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Gavin Austin

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There is something so sad about those morning coffee cups filled with the dregs of unhappiness. Held in a slack, almost apologetic hand. Enamelled faces crack in the light of morning as they struggle to shape smiles even half polite. Two tepid bodies, wrung and drained of all passion, mechanically carry out the final act of separation.

city skyline
the cloud between
two towers

About the Author

Gavin Austin lives in Sydney, Australia. He writes short fiction, short plays and poetry. His work has appeared in many Australian and international publications.

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