Rob Wilcher

Shahezah the witch raised her hooked staff high, high above into the sky, unlatched the hasp of a cloud and, with an …

My immediate thought when I first set eyes on her was not ‘what a warm smile’ or ‘I love the dual pigtail …

Ten minutes along the freeway he came across the site of last night’s accident and pulled over. The rig stood battered and …

I remember when Rodney Fletcher first started coming for dinner. I was almost fifteen. My brother Joey was eighteen and a half. …

Geoffrey flinched as the sun cut into his eyelids. In his fatigue last night he hadn’t closed the curtains. He blocked the …

“Good grief, witches,” said the old professor as he descended the old wooden stairs to the basement. The four harridans seated around …

She’s here! God, I can’t do this. ‘Hi, Jessica, we met…’ Too earnest. ‘Hi Jess, remember me? From …’ I’m the completely …

Poor old farmer Joe never stood a chance. Wiping the remnants of the morning’s fried egg from the corner of his mouth …

Draygon hated drone fighting. The Moon, Mars, Neptune, it was always the same despite climatic differences: the drones always got so covered …

Geoffrey sat inside the ambulance wrapped in a blanket, blandly watching the scene before him. Two other ambulances, two fire trucks and …

“More salmon, Jake!” The American launched a fat arm across the table to grab the only platter of fish, sending a 1980 …

Right or left? Both tracks from the junction taunt you.  Both disappear into a heat that broils the earth. In both directions, …

Geoffrey’s phone rang. It was Lucy. “Hello, Mr Accountant,” she said. “Hello, Ms Bureaucrat.” “That’s Lady Bureaucrat to you, buster.” “I’ll call …

Geoffrey’s phone rang; its face said Lucy. “You’re up early,” he said when he answered it. “”Hello to you too,” said Lucy’s …

Abraham My blade is sharpened before you, oh God Most High. I am ready to use it. I am prostrate. I prostrate …

Andrew fingered the manuscript on the chipped formica table in front of him and looked out the cafe window for Vanya. St …

Terry looked up from behind his computer as his colleague entered the room. The neon from the tower opposite them spread a …

It was worth it wasn’t it?  The Lamborghini 350GT, the two mercs, the houses and farms, the fashion, oh my, the fashion, …

“Oombawa oombawa oombawa!” “Eeni teeni weeni ayo!” “Mmmmm whoopee! Whoopee! Higher higher higher hoo ha!” “Oombawa! Calamar! Oombawa! Calamar!” “Ooh aahh! Ooh …

The Mountain Climber’s Beginning Let me tell you a story. Just three nights ago I was in a public bar, in …

She had often thought of killing him. The reverend had joked about that once in a sermon on marriage. “I said to …

A blur of blue and white light. Voices. Electronic beeps. Geoffrey’s head pounded. He moved his arm. His limbs were lead. It …

It was when Albert backed the car into the driveway and turned off the engine that he got stuck. It wasn’t the …

There was grumbling at the station The news had reached the men That their favourite cook, Asian Jack, had received the DCM. …

When we stop, blind bodies collapse in a mound of sick, sweat and BO. I scramble to breathe. Someone kicks me. Yusef …

“Dennis, Dennis.” “What is it, darling?” said the elderly man behind the shopping trolley to his wife who was hovering about like …

Cindy leant her weight to push open the heavy glass door that bore the words “Jessica Mulgrave, Solicitor” in gold plate at …

Geoffrey stood on the roadside in the morning sun. Peak hour had just begun, and cars were starting to queue in the …

“Oi, Scrubs, do us a solid will ya?” shouted the man in the overcoat to another some way ahead of him in …

Bradley, a five year old boy with too much energy for the day, looked out of the vast window of his apartment …

Another curry then. He’d rung and said, “Sorry love, work’s all over the shop. I’ll be late in.” She knew what that …

Geoffrey sat on the blue vinyl chair in the waiting room beside a reception desk piled with mail and files. The receptionist’s …

Santa (real name Andrew Smith, employee name Ian Goldsworthy) beamed joy to the puddle of mums and prams and toddlers in his …

H  –  That was a good day, all things considered. W  – Oh, I’m full. Just got this glass. (Holds up glass …

“Oh good grief,” whispered Jennifer to husband Jason, “it’s Uncle Frank.” The waft came first, steaming feather meal and river mud, followed …

Geoffrey woke. The room was still dark, although day was up, and shreds of light stained the rims of the blinds which …

A few days before Christmas we got a new puppy. We called her Ruby. She was very cute, with big floppy ears …

I steer the ute out along a dirt track for a while and stop only when I feel it is safe. I …

“You know this woman?” Judith shoved the dog-eared photograph at the barman. He studied it and launched a chubby finger to her …

Geoffrey prodded the white surgical tape that held the plastic cover over his right eye. By dodging his head one way and …

Paradiddle, flam, blam, now the side tom, boom boom boom, kick drum, snare, sticks in the air, roll it ‘n’ swing, shake …

The bar heaved with the heat of drinkers, talkers and hangers-on. At the far end of the space, beyond shadowed dancing hordes, …

“I’ll need you to drive,” said Dave when they arrived at his Audi. “I’ve got a couple of phone calls to make.” …

The old man turned the skiff homeward. It had not been a successful day. The sea had misled him.  His pots were …

The crisp air assailed them as they stepped outside. Dawn had not yet appeared, and the sky was glass clear, the moon …

Back in his apartment, Geoffrey dialled the number of the only person he thought might understand his dilemma. “Dave, it’s Geoff.” “Geoffrey, …

“Show me where the diamonds are, Lehmann!” Lehmann’s face reddened under the throttle hold of the thug who held him over the …

“Shoes, sunshine, ships or shore Love me rich, love me poor.” It was a song her grandmother had taught her as a …

As I approached my death I came upon a man seated On the stoop of the Doorway To the End of Life. …

Meredith and Toby sat in abject terror on the chaise longue where they had, until this moment, been enthusiastically making out, staring …

The evening had begun its descent into a sepia haze as they drove the dirt track through low sparse scrub. A red …

A million doubts flooded his mind. He had never really contemplated his own death before. Sure, he knew he was going to …

The assembled gods declared, “The Mortals mock us! We must combine our eternal fluids and make a god so awesome they will …

Geoffrey walked along a narrow lane of boutique shops up to the main road. Two lanes of night time traffic swirled past, …

Mum says being dead is like being asleep except you don’t wake up. Which is silly. I have a sleepover at Andy’s …

Hotel 25 – affectionately known as The Two and Five by its regular guests – was a squat boutique hotel hidden in …

The sound of the crash ripped apart the hubbub of the pub. Geoffrey and others at the bar paused momentarily to realise …

I was a slight kid, some say cheeky, but not one of the muscular kids. There was one kid, a couple of …

There is that one dazzling slo-mo moment, when the kick goes up and the ball ascends towards the heavens, and with it, …

The white flash, then the savage crack of thunder, the flash again and the rain attacked the night. The storm had come. …

“Julianne, look what the cat dragged in. Over at Chanel,” said Suzanne, a coiffured blonde in charge of Lancôme. In front of …

An estimated five thousand people amassed in the plaza that day, some said more. Jess was one, masked, arm in arm with …

Geoffrey was floating, high and joyous amidst the whirring fans and rafters of the pub, slowly revolving in his private heaven.  The …

What to do. What a to do. First thing, get out of bed. This involves sitting upright on the edge, in the …

TWO STORIES EACH AT 500 WORDS FOR EASY READING, by Rob Wilcher The Slave Five bedraggled slaves made their sorry way up …

Mike strained as he planked, trying to resist the pull of gravity on his belly as it pulled on his tensed abdomen. …

Howard Hodgson paused at the entrance to the laneway to enjoy the busker who was belting out a blinding rendition of On …