Break From Reality. Daily.
Emma stuffed her mum’s package into her back pocket and pulled up her hood. She stuck her hands in the pockets of her sweater to keep them warm and hurried through the dark streets; her eyes scanning the footpath as she walked. When she reached the housing commission flats, she took the stairs two at…
This story is by Kellie Ogawa and was part of our 2025 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. ‘Dad says it’s almost ready.’ The smell of barbequed sausages wafted in as my daughter opened the patio door, closing it behind her to block the summer flies. Jasmine’s sandy blonde hair…
