If I squint my imaginoscope just right, the garden shed morphs into the writing shack of my dreams, with ventilation (one of the kids put their foot through the plastic corrugated roof), vegetation (the passion fruit vine has snaked inside) and a bespoke desk (step-tread balanced across paint tins). My laptop battery flashes. Five percent for five snatched minutes. I had my own charger once but I sacrificed it on the altar of teenage crisis. “Mom!” The youngest must have found the pom-pom his sister superglued to his Lego astronaut. One hundred new words, as long as I remember to-
Anthea Jones is based in Brisbane, Australia, and scrounges time minute by minute to write whimsical stories of color, excitement, joy, and revenge. Coverfly: Anthea Jones Medium: @anthealjones Threads: @writer_anthea X: @WriterAnthea