Fletcher’s obsession with a particular piece of rainbow paraphernalia drives this radiographer round the bend.
Fletcher Quilty was found face-down in a lovely bog when grunge was on the rise. He writes short-stories, poetry, and theatre. His words can be found in Jacaranda Journal, The Tundish Review, Sugarcane, PASTEL Magazine, and occasionally on a stage. By day (and also by night—it’s shift work) Fletcher is a radiographer with Queensland Health. He still smells of peat.