I lost my sandal as the rain fell, clattering like stones. Peiling parked the scooter under the bamboo trees. It goes dark early here, I said. You must feel homesick, she laughed. I recalled quiet lanes, ethereal evening light, cold drizzle, the undramatic temperate zone. No, I replied, I don’t.

Julie began writing in her sixties and has since been published in a wide variety of online journals and anthologies, most recent being Synkroniciti, Dark Moon Rising Publishers, Pesto Comics (Big Smoke Pulp), Lucky Lizard (Poetry) and many others. Twice nominated pushcart prize 2024, nominated for Micro Fiction Anthology 2025.