Working together

Sarah and Craig lay awake in their bed. Not touching, not speaking. The space between them a gaping chasm. Sarah pondered this while she stared at the ceiling. His job loss, and his interfering mother were part of the problem. But it wasn't the main reason. She pushed the thought back down, back into its…

Season of hope

Autumn is my favourite season, but of course, here in Australia, it's spring. Spring is lovely too. Today, for example, there's a clear blue sky, cloud cover that occasionally hides the sun's rays. There's a lovely cool breeze that makes the leaves in the trees dance and sway. I've always found that spring brings us…

The Writer’s Husband

'But Sam, you know Erica always uses real life situations and turns them into fanciful plots.' Sam is slumped over my dining table. I've never seen him so defeated, so deflated. He's usually upbeat, a devil-may-care type of bloke. 'True, Marcia. That's true.' He lifts his head from his arms, and begins to play with…

Moving on

'The seeds are scattered in the field, Mum,' says Henry. My heart expands with pride. He's a good boy. Since his dad died, twenty months ago, he's stepped up to help me with all the farm work. 'Thanks Hen,' I say, patting him on the shoulder. He's only fourteen. He should be out with his…

Preparing for Rosa

Dawn's pinkish hues splintered through the plantation shutters in Sara's bedroom. Glancing at the clock on the beside table, it seemed unusually bright for the time of morning. 'Gonna be a hot one today,' she muttered aloud, as she walked to the living area. She reached for the remote for the air conditioning; switched it…