I thought up the first of these stories in February of 2012 while sitting on a couch in my horrible apartment in Brisbane. The apartment was part of an old house, split into five units, each without sound insulation or air-conditioning. I’d been living there for years and it was time for a change. But instead of moving out or getting a better-paying job, I was thinking about flash fiction. I needed a new routine. I felt I needed to start writing in the mornings. I had read up on the topic: al...