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Slinkies Shorts 2020
Slinkies Shorts 2020
Slinkies Shorts 2020
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Slinkies Shorts 2020

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Toxic friendships and social media, synaesthesia, and midnight sandwiches. Bite-sized delights in our first Slinkies anthology. 


Ch'aska Cuba de Reed is a 21-year-old creative writing student at the University of Technology, Sydney. Her writing has been published in UTS' Vertigo magazine and Baby Teet

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 31, 2020
ISBN9781925052558
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    Slinkies Shorts 2020 - Ch'aska Cuba de Reed

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    Synaesthetic Nights

    About Ch’aska Cuba de Reed

    Midnight Sandwiches

    Different Seasons

    About Sky Carrall

    Rosie

    About Tehya Nicholas

    About Slinkies

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    Synaesthetic Nights

    Ch’aska Cuba de Reed

    My mother says the world is grey now, that is has been drained of colour. I don’t think that’s right. I see in green a lot, probably the most. Devil Ivy green for long sentences and Maiden Hair for short. And that yellowy green like unripe bananas for numbers, until they’re high, high, high and then it’s lime. Some things aren’t green at all – loud crashes are orange and the birds that call to each other in the mornings when I’m making my cereal are a light blue. I’ve never heard maroon, but I’d quite like to. When I tell my mother this, she says I don’t understand what she means, that you don’t hear in colour, and could I please be a bit quieter and a bit calmer and not ask so many questions.

    When I tell my grandfather, he says a long word, synaesthesia, and smiles brightly.

    ‘Just like me,’ he says.

    The only time I don’t see colour, hear colour, feel colour, is when I wake in the middle of the night. At first, I woke up accidentally, needing the bathroom. I sat up in

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