FICTION: From the Pilbara to Perth by Peter Papathanasiou -
Another mouthful of flies. Jesus, I am going mad. Having worked all night, Tanya slept soundly in the donga as I lit another smoke outside. It was only seven a.m. and already the mercury nudged the thirty-five Celsius mark. The red horizon shimmered. Soon I’d be clocking on, the site only a quarter hour away.Continue reading