Jock Serong books

The Rules of Backyard Cricket (2016)

A tiny triangle, about four millimetres on each side, pokes free from my cheek where it never quite adhered. It’s teasing me. My hands want so desperately to take hold of it and pull. The thought of ripping it free, hauling in great heaves of air, even this boot air—it’s almost like sex. The reli...