Tales from Three Corners
By Jacq
Three Corners is just your average small town. But like all small towns, scratch the surface, and you’ll be surprised at what you find underneath. In that sense Three Corners is really no different to any other small town I know, except perhaps, for some of the characters you might meet.
Reluctantly Quiet
Eventually she stopped, and instead, she began to listen; And by listening, she discovered so much more. They were more interested in sharing what they knew with her. Produced by Postie, photo by pooliwattano .
Then There Were More...
There was no jostling for superiority, but a motley collection, each doing their own thing. They would keep your secrets, if you would keep theirs... Produced by Postie, photo by Liana Laur
Travels in Wool
It was made for thunderstorms and cold days. For curling up by the fireplace, whiskey in hand. For long reads, favourite movies, and nights when sleep was so hard to find. It clashed with the décor and it’s ascetic offensive to most visitors. Voiced by Phil, produced by Postie, photo by Jrtc.
The Bee Incident
Dave wasn't careless, that’s just the point. Dave was very careful... Three Corners careful. That careful that came with the knowledge that life was fleeting and precious, and you couldn’t let it get in the way of fun, laughter, or his latestinvention.
Inspired by Erol, produced by Postie, picture by Pixabay.
The Old Bat
The Old Bat was a crack shot. There had been a murder of crows cawing up the back of the paddock for a few days now.
The new shoots of grass had drawn the wildlife to the edge of the road, where the cars and trucks had finished them off.
Great food for the crows though. Voiced by Victoria, produced by Postie, photo by Manny Mederos.
Steve the Chook
An ice-cream container, filled to the brim with water had been gingerly and very carefully carried across from the tap to the new pen. Grubby hands had eagerly spread the chook pellets to help them feel at home, the chickens settled in to stay and so, therefore, they needed names... Voiced by Tess, Olly and Postie, produced by Postie, photo by Yan Krukau
Cold Swimming - Huon Writes 2
A longer story, written for the anthology Huon Writes 2, available for purchase here. Produced by Postie, photo by the Franklin Frosties.
Garden Gnomes
When the large semi-trailer tried to negotiate the bend at three corners, rather unsuccessfully after the work Christmas party, the entire town got a present that most would have preferred never to have received. Produced by Postie, photo by Stefan.
Fearless
Losing her house wasn’t the end of the world, she tried reminding herself. It was a silly phrase. Losing.
She hadn’t lost it at all, it was right there where the developer would be bulldozing it into a thousand tiny matchsticks.
Produced by Postie, photo by Nate Biddle (@nateb.visuals)
The Keeper of Lost and Found Things
The Keeper of Lost and Found Things held secrets and heartbreaks. Poems and journals. There were collections of dummies, books lost in the rain, their pages dry but forever resting in waves of words. School jumpers, and the occasional esky. Produced by Postie, photo by Connor McManus (@tarnishedpixels ) at Pexels.
A Beautiful Blue
He was from the generation where you didn’t speak of loss, or grief. He was from a bygone era, and some days he felt the distance more than others. His friends are the same. A clap on the shoulder is the only acknowledgement he needs, just to keep going. Produced by Postie. Photo by Matej at Pexels.
The Long Weekend
On the day before a long weekend, the last day of school before the holidays, the blues skies held the promise of fevered anticipation. You see, there was a plan afoot. There was someone in the village who had been waiting, and watching for years. Produced by Postie, voiced by Jacq and Greg. Photo by Elijah O'Donnell
Auto Save
The electricity cut out without warning and a scream left his mouth involuntarily as he raced to find card for the meter.
Produced by our award winning sound designer Postie, voiced by Jason and Kadi. Photo by Edyttka Stawiarska.
No Escape
She had the dream, the dream they all did. The difference was, that she had the means to make that dream come true. She could just pack up and leave.
Produced by Postie.
Escape
He just wanted some peace at work. It was crowded with people seeking advancement, constant agenda driven behaviour, courtesy-less teamwork and it was exhausting. Just once, he'd liked to be the one people listened to. It was time to escape. Produced by Postie, photo by Feyza (@asumaani) and inspiration from Will & Steph (@picniccafehobart)
Flying
Sneaking past the blue bike in the laundry was the hardest. Everything was crammed in so tight it was hard to manoeuvre. Produced by Postie, photo by Leandro Boogalu.
Memory Attic
It smelt of dust, stale air and old memories. The sun light filtered through the window as the motes flew around the room in the wake of his footsteps. Once it was empty, a room of promises; a study, a nursery, a sewing room, guestroom and now... Storage. Produced by Postie, photo by Pexels.
The Big Bank Robbery
Time to Move
Every time he climbs the stairs, she sees that he looks in. Is it a reflex? Is it curiosity? Is it a little more sinister? The stairs run along her loungeroom windows, so many people walking up to the top flats do peep in, then realise what they’re doing and look away quickly. Embarrassed. Produced by Postie, photo by Niels Hunnersen.
Enforced Courtesy
For six months he caught the bus in to work. In those six months only two people returned his greeting. Two. Apart from the bus drivers, who always said hello, shared a joke, commiserated on a sporting team’s loss. Produced by Postie, voiced by the Franklin Frosties, and photo from Pexels.
Backyard Bard
He liked to think of himself as the Bard of the Backyard. The Shakespeare of the streets, the voice to the voiceless and the antidote to the dope of the wires. Produced by Postie, photo by ShonEjai.
Dust
A longing. A longing for sea breezes and misty rain. For green, green grass all year round, for trees that stood tall and grew straight. No more red rust dust. The smell of the smelter, it’s acrid taste so constantly depriving his senses of real aromas, of real flavours. Produced by Postie, photo by Button Pusher @ Pexels.
The Flower Thief
The offender sat quietly in her cell. She wasn’t a flight risk, the door was open, however it didn’t stop the disappointment of the police officer who brought her in, nor the sigh of resignation that came from the duty officer. Produced by Postie, voiced by Lizzie, Greg and Jacq. Photo by Irina Iriser.
A Stranger in the Valley
She lived alone, and strangers in the valley made her nervous, especially strangers in her driveway... Produced by Postie, voiced by Anthea, Tony and Jacq, and Photo by Pat Whelen.
The Equaliser
Swimming gave him the most incredible sense of freedom. He ploughed through the water, spinning, turning, loving, laughing. He moved smoothly, so sign of discomfort. It was his equaliser and he never missed a day. Produced by Postie, voiced by Jacq and Andreas. Photo by Pixabay
Trolls Under the Bridge
Her sisters said it only needed a tiny space to squash into. When it left that space it grew a hundred times bigger. They knew. They’d seen it.
They’d only just gotten away with their lives: But her courage was as big as her imagination. Produced by Postie.
The Clothesline
Stockings covered the old rusty hills hoist, a legion of legs, rotating in the soft earthy morning breeze. Hung up at dawn before the workers trouped through the apartment courtyard, coffees clutched tightly... bleary eyed and immune to curiosity. Produced by Postie, photo by Ruslan Alekso.
Doubting Tartan
The little tartan shopping trolley had been brand new for four years. It had sat it the corner, collecting dust and detritus while adjusting to its new role, ridiculing its owner with its garish colours.
Two Cups Full
It was a Queen Anne. A small tea cup with delicate violets painted on the bone china, with a gold rim on the handle and lip.... Produced by Postie
Writer's Block
At first he thought it was an apparition…. Then a late night hallucination, brought on by too much work, stress and lack of sleep… But after the third night he realised that what was happening outside was as real as the deadline he was pushing.
Produced by Postie, photo by Pixabay.
Not a Minute Too Soon
Produced by Postie, featuring Walter Williams, Erin Grech and Joey Moore. Photo by Pixabay.
Council Clean Up Day
The Librarian
Sensible - That's how they see her - Practical.
No one would ever imagine that the trips to Sydney to see her brother, always included a visit. Here. A salacious secret.
Produced by Postie, Photo by Anna Tis.
The Garbo
His Dirty Little Secret
Produced by Postie, photo by pixabay.
It Lived in the Shed
When the world held no sorrows, no cares, no worries...
He wanted that again.
Produced by Postie, Photo by Susanne Jutzeler
The Phone Number
Cream, cracked, it came from the old house with him to this tiny apartment.
He'd insisted.
He wanted his own phone, so he could still chat to his mates.
Produced by Postie, voiced by Geoff, Cassie and Andy H, photo by Leah Kelley
Incy... Wincy... Spiders
Produced by Postie, photo by Rick Otten
The Busker
Produced by Postie, photo by Markus Spiske
A Garden Tryst
Produced by Postie, photo by Pixabay.
In Death...
Produced by Postie, photo by Photo by Paweł L.
Rattle on Bones
Produced by Postie, photo by Burcu Koleli
Night Walkers
No cars. No traffic. No other people. That's why she owned this time and this space.
The freedom was absolute.
Produced by Postie, photo by Plato Terentev from Pexels.
Old Man
He is the last one.
Produced by Postie, photo by Pixabay.
Cooking Books
Produced by Postie, photo by ready made.
Naked Rooftops
He could spend his entire lunch break just gazing out the window across the rooftops. Occasionally he'd see Miss Maison from the Gelateria up on her balcony... or there was that time the vet next door had a rogue kangaroo in the yard...
Produced by Postie.
Marshmallows
The giggles that came with pure fun and joy.
Produced by Postie, giggles by Isaac and Ruby.
The Street Library
The Bowlo
Tables sat on average eight, there were a few fours, a couple of tens, but eight was the usual congregation...Four couples, a clutch of widows, a gaggle of greying bachelors...
Produced by Postie, photo by Tyler Lastovich
Romeo
Produced by Postie. Photo by freestocks.org