Connie

Female | Unspecified | over 10 minutes
Starts on page 4

EXTRACT: So what happens?/Stripping the cellophane from another tub of margarine./ Pitta and baguette./Well I think it goes like this:/What if/ I'm just killing time/ Cutting up cucumbers and tomatoes./ Before -/ Before I head to Queensland for the winter./Yes./And he's about to finish his studies and head back home./Salad, no onion, on brown./Avocado on a sesame bun. Coming right up./And he looks this way./Across the lunchtime sea of lasagne and won ton soups./And I catch his glance in the polished convex of my spoon, and smile back./ Friendly, casual, but not too up front./Salt and pepper?/

Kevin

Male | Unspecified | over 10 minutes
Starts on page 14

EXTRACT: The one forty-five lull before the late lunch run,/ And I'm watching to see when the girl from the sandwich counter takes her break,/ While Mrs Oh who owns this stall,/Raves on about her eldest son:/Michael-more-degrees-than-a-fucking-thermometer;/Dish-washer to doctor in the leap of one generation./ Two combination omelette coming up, and -/There she goes: the girl with the blonde ponytail and pages of sad endings in her eyes./