Brooke’s outing

Brooke grabs her car keys and closes the front door. Her heart flutters, like a butterfly has been released behind her ribs. She pauses on the verandah and draws breath. Her body sways; she presses her hand against the wall to steady herself. It's the belligerent nature of others that causes her to feel untethered.…

The value in friendship

  The heart is empty, A soul cries, devoid Of hope. Anxiety traps   And holds. A gasp of breath, A whimper escapes. She speaks, And in confession somehow,   Hope renews. Through trust built Over time, an intimacy Fostered, by disclosing concerns,   Recounting moments of joy, The value in friendship Is immense, immeasurable.…

Working from home

I am currently, like most of the world's population, working from home. One of the positives is that the amount of time on my hands seems to have increased. I have time to write here on my blog on my work days, whereas usually, I have to skip these days. But in the time that…

My choice

The door bell tinkles. I am in the back, filling the kettle with water. Desperate for a cup of tea and a biscuit. I leave the kettle on the bench and fling the curtain wide. She stands, somewhat stooped, in the room. Her eyes downcast. The aura from this girl is forceful, yet stilted. Blocked,…

Harriet and Rosa

Harriet has always been a delicate flower. At least that's what Rosa thinks, as she watches her twin sister sleeping in the hospital bed. Rosa strokes Harriet's forehead, then rests her head on the bed. 'Oh, Harry. How did this happen?' Tears slip down Rosa's cheeks. She lets the tears seep onto the bed sheets;…