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Frank

Gender unspecified | 50s | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 19

EXTRACT: This one’s a doozy. After the tsunami in Japan, a telephone booth washed up into this bloke’s backyard. So, he just leaves it there. He’ll get around to removing it eventually. One night he looks out his kitchen window and there’s a girl, maybe sixteen, seventeen, in the telephone booth – and he runs out his back door, still in his pyjamas, and he’s yelling at her to get out of the telephone booth and out of his yard and then he hears her, on the phone, the phone that obviously doesn’t work, can’t possibly be connected to anything.


Kathy

Female | Age unspecified | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 23

EXTRACT: School holidays once, I was six and my sister eight, Mum had to leave us home alone. Can’t remember why now, maybe she just had to duck down to the shops. My sister wanted to watch TV until everything returned to normal, but I had other plans. I knew where mum kept money. In her underpants draw. I crept into her room, rifled through that draw and ran back into the lounge with five hundred dollars grasped in my fat little six-year-old hand. ‘Come on,’ I said to my shaking sister. ‘I know where there are kittens’.