I stand in the tunnel. It is bright, too bright, and my eyelids droop. There are other tunnels, some bright, some black. I stand on the edge and I wait. I wait. I think I might fall, downwards onto the grey tracks that begin and end in darkness. The two tracks, the grey tracks, the parallel tracks of metal that emerge from and unravel into the obscure. I will not fall, I will wait.
Shortlisted for the Earlyworks Press short story prize my story, Parallel Tracks, was published in the anthology The Several Deaths of Finbar’s Father. It explores the relationship between modernity and indigeniety, between the urban and the wild, between the academic and the wise. It was inspired by the image to the left, seen on a friend’s t-shirt.