You can still pick up a copy of the latest Visible Ink at Readings, Carlton. Read my story, ‘Paper Squares’, inside.
' ... By the time we made it to Hiroshima you were only wearing pants and the white blouses you bought when you decided to stop owning second-hand anything, including the floral dresses you wore back when your mother still drank honeyed whiskey with Jim on Sundays. I still wore the same jeans I always had, the same cotton blend shirts I’d always worn. When we passed a window of plastic tamagoyaki you smiled and I remembered, for just a moment, how you used to take the glasses from my face ... '