Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

It’s not just a number

Despite a healthy diet, and a huge reduction in alcohol intake, Bertha is struggling to lose kilograms. Weighing in at 99kgs, she is worried. In no way does she want to weigh a number with three figures. And damn those idiots who say, 'it's just a number.' They're usually the same type who say, 'it's… Continue reading It’s not just a number

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Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Arabella’s mistake

Click to read Parts 1 and 2   Last night Arabella had made her decision. She slipped between the cool sheets and drifted into a fitful, broken sleep. She woke gasping from a dream. Martha was kissing her. Katy Perry's song I kissed a girl was playing. Where was she? Arabella shook her head. It… Continue reading Arabella’s mistake

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Coming to a Decision

Eventually, Arabella would have to make a decision. She was slumped in her chair, swinging back and forth, her fingers tightly gripping the armrests. It had been nearly two weeks since her last appointment with Martha. She'd spent her meditation moments each day pondering her relationship with Austin. She tried to see cracks. She tried… Continue reading Coming to a Decision

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Authenticity

'I think you need to consider your options,' Martha said decisively. Her pen was poised above the A4 notebook, its cover adorned with pink roses and had Arabella's name written with a Sharpie. Arabella didn't respond; her mind a jumping castle of thoughts. As Arabella's mentor, Martha had guided her to a job with greater… Continue reading Authenticity

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In the night (Part 3)

The grass needs mowing. It is my first thought as I'm ushered inside by my mum. I say as much to her; she either doesn't hear or wilfully ignores me. Home invasion. Two months ago. I spent two nights in hospital before Mum took charge. She brought a suitcase, together we took the V-line to… Continue reading In the night (Part 3)