Fiction

A Life Without Pause

Maya had quickly fallen for Ewan. There had been no other boy like him at her school. Before him, there had been no one who could take her eyes off her future. Ewan had sized her up as an easy target and he’d been right – a smile, a look and he had her in the palm of his hand.

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Fiction, Melbourne, Writing

Duplicity

That afternoon, fate played its hand. Harry was thrilled as she took the seat next to him. She smiled and greeted him with a cheery hello. He responded, intoxicated as he noticed her nipples, pert and dark, through her top. Interesting, he thought, no bra today; no knickers last week. He was close enough to make out her scent: Daphne.