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Morning, interrupted

The sunshine broke through the curtains. Its rays reflected onto the dreamcatcher creating a fractal of pastel colours around the room. Millie turned onto her back, stretched languidly. 'Morning,' she said, her voice thick with sleep. 'Morning Mummy.' Little arms wrapped around Millie's neck. Millie was not expecting her three year old daughter to respond.… Continue reading Morning, interrupted

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Lucia at the party

The wide open space is where Lucia feels safe. In a crowded room, however, she is terrified. Too many people, too much noise. She wants to disappear. Her feelings are fugacious; Lucia knows once she leaves the party, she'll feel normal again. Just as she reaches for a cracker and sinks it into a bowl… Continue reading Lucia at the party

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The morning after

It was the sound of her breathing that woke him. He turned his head. Her eyes closed, jaw slack and her lips slightly open. Her face ghostly pale. Her left arm was over her head; her right under the covers. The breaths shallow, slow. 'Marigold,' he murmured, gently pressing on her arm. He had mixed… Continue reading The morning after

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Family Outing

We decided to take a day trip. Mostly, the decision was based on getting everyone out of the house and off devices. Where to go was the most difficult question, but we eventually decided on South Gippsland, specifically a small township near Wilson's Promontory. Just to add to the spontaneity factor, we threw in everyone's… Continue reading Family Outing

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Deep searching

'It's so quiet here.' Melinda was walking around the cave with her best friend, Bree. 'Yeah, it's an eerie quiet though. Donchya think?' 'No, not to me. It's moving, almost spiritual,' Melinda murmured. Deep within, she felt a stirring, like butterflies were flickering, escaping. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Without being consciously aware,… Continue reading Deep searching