Sadie’s trip (short story)

Bereft, Sadie packs her bags. Perhaps this trip will be all she needs to find better days. Her business partner, Nick, had booked her ticket, a week after the funeral. He refused to listen to her protests. 'No, Sadie, you're going. I can hold the fort here,' he'd said, the third time she tried to…

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Stifle

  Stress in its many forms Is all around her. It weaves with stealth and presses Down, smothering, trapping.   Of all the things she dreamed It was never this. The constant concern with measuring, juggling, suffocates all her joy and peace.   Daily prompt: Stifle   Photo by Deniz Altindas on Unsplash

Chin-ups and chivalry. Mutually exclusive?

I went to the gym this morning. Not such a revelation, as it's Monday here, one of my allocated days to do a half-arsed attempt at a workout. Today, it's hot, news and media reporting that the temperature didn't drop below 28°C overnight. It was a very uncomfortable night, still and sultry; I think I…

A life-altering coffee (short story)

She stood leaning on the door frame, holding bags of groceries. Normally, she would have brushed him off, but today, for some reason she chose to keep talking. He seemed charming enough, his gaze inscrutable. Later, she would learn exactly what he meant by his gaze. But now, wholly guileless, she had no clue. His…

Silhouette’s message

  A silhouette remains Of a bygone era A woman used, scorned Never loved, wanted.   The silhouette is dark, black No light can splinter To reveal its horror Or its shame.   The silhouette reminds, Like a wound, a scar Lest she be tempted To dwell there again.   The silhouette prods, Begs for…