Tales from Three Corners
By Jacq
The award winning short fiction podcast on village life - In no particular order.
Three Corners is just your average small town. But like all small towns, scratch the surface, and you’ll be surprised at what you find underneath. In that sense Three Corners is really no different to any other small town I know, except perhaps, for some of the characters you might meet.
Three Corners is just your average small town. But like all small towns, scratch the surface, and you’ll be surprised at what you find underneath. In that sense Three Corners is really no different to any other small town I know, except perhaps, for some of the characters you might meet.
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No Escape
She had the dream, the dream they all did. The difference was, that she had the means to make that dream come true. She could just pack up and leave. Produced by Postie. -
Escape
He just wanted some peace at work. It was crowded with people seeking advancement, constant agenda driven behaviour, courtesy-less teamwork and it was exhausting. Just once, he'd liked to be the one people listened to. It was time to… -
Flying
Sneaking past the blue bike in the laundry was the hardest. Everything was crammed in so tight it was hard to manoeuvre. Produced by Postie, photo by Leandro Boogalu. -
Memory Attic
It smelt of dust, stale air and old memories. The sun light filtered through the window as the motes flew around the room in the wake of his footsteps. Once it was empty, a room of promises; a study, a nursery, a sewing room, guestroom and n… -
The Big Bank Robbery
Mr MacGregor saw the unfolding of the Big Bank Robbery as he shuffled down the street. It was another hot day, the ground baked and the air dripped, and his town clothes were now coated in a fine layer of dust from the roadside. Produced by … -
Time to Move
Every time he climbs the stairs, she sees that he looks in. Is it a reflex? Is it curiosity? Is it a little more sinister? The stairs run along her loungeroom windows, so many people walking up to the top flats do peep in, then realise what… -
Enforced Courtesy
For six months he caught the bus in to work. In those six months only two people returned his greeting. Two. Apart from the bus drivers, who always said hello, shared a joke, commiserated on a sporting team’s loss. Produced by Postie, voiced… -
Backyard Bard
He liked to think of himself as the Bard of the Backyard. The Shakespeare of the streets, the voice to the voiceless and the antidote to the dope of the wires. Produced by Postie, photo by ShonEjai. -
Dust
A longing. A longing for sea breezes and misty rain. For green, green grass all year round, for trees that stood tall and grew straight. No more red rust dust. The smell of the smelter, it’s acrid taste so constantly depriving his senses of… -
The Flower Thief
The offender sat quietly in her cell. She wasn’t a flight risk, the door was open, however it didn’t stop the disappointment of the police officer who brought her in, nor the sigh of resignation that came from the duty officer. Pro…
