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Pahuljica / People

Sometimes, people are like snowflakes. You walk through a city, through crowded streets, rubbing up against people, constant skin on skin, sleeve on sleeve, and you never feel so distant, so alone. All those people merge together and turn into one blinding homogeneous pile of slush. But individually they can...

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The Cock of Marrakech

His puny brain was only capable of meagre thought, but he knew this – the dawn was his. “I!” he had yelled out, time and again. “I rule this place! Am I not the king? Look at my crown!” But his pleas were futile. No one could hear him over...

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Aldo’s Name Day

Martin read the menu at the restaurant under the market. Looked like it was meat, onions and beer territory. Well, it could be worse. He took a seat. He ordered a local beer and a plate of ćevapi – some sort of sausage. As he sipped his beer he thought,...

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“Oh Tata,” Gorana said. “Do we have to go in there? Can’t we just call?”
“Don’t be a silly girl,” he said. “I know these people. We’ll just pop in for a drink and then we can ask Visnja about the cakes.”
“It’s just so full of old men,” she muttered under her breath, but followed her father into the bar.

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Little By Little

The conductor walks up and down the small train – just one car – clipping tickets, nodding to old acquaintances, selling tickets to those who get on at the small stations. Every day he travels from Karlovac to Bubnjarci and back again, following the river, passing under the castle on...


The Swing

Her message said to meet at sunset at the playground behind his mother’s old apartment. They hadn’t been there for years – what could she want? All the worst possibilities ran through his head on high repeat. She was pregnant, she had met someone else, she had found out that...


Surviving the Cold

We had quite the beautiful long hot gorgeous sun-filled summer and I really can’t complain about it. But I can complain about the winter. And I will. We’re two Australian women living in Croatia. Up until recently, we didn’t know how to operate a central-heating system. Actually, I don’t even...


Sushi, Sake & Snow in Zagreb

We went out to the advent markets for sushi tonight. We drank Asahi and it snowed! There was a girl at the sushi bar who was very unimpressed that it was snowing. We told her that in Australia it snows for five minutes on one day every year and then...


A Warm Bottle

His shift being almost over, he walks into the kafić, sits at the counter and orders a beer. “But not out of the fridge!” he barks at the konobar. “It’s too fucking cold. Like a nun’s cunt. Ha!” “No, no,” says the konobar, taking a beer out of the fridge....


New – Flash Fiction!

Hello gentle readers! I know that you’re all really keen to be picking up more of what I’m putting down. So I’m very pleased to announce the launch of my new project ‘Friday Flash Fiction’. Every Friday I’ll be publishing a new short fiction piece – under 500 words, or...