The Track

The path ahead beckons. 'This way. It looks well used,' Marta says to Fiona. Fiona waits, unsure. Marta's already walking on, her children scampering beside her. They make a great blended family. Fiona's daughter, two years old, who's right now firmly grasping her hand, and Marta's three sons, aged between ten and five. Marta has…

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The Gift

'Oh, thank you!' Beth says. 'This is fantastic, just what I wanted.' She's aware of a gushing tone, making her words seem disingenuous. Looking up at Ronald she feels guilty, wants to say more, but even she knows it will only make her sound sarcastic. She smiles at him. 'Baby, I'm glad.' If he's noticed…

In the morning

The morning light breaks through the slit in the curtains. Stella stirs in her bed; her hand reaches to the opposite side. It's empty. She sits, stretches. Groans as her arms rise above her head and her torso lifts. She hears a pop in her shoulder. 'Dan?' she calls. He's probably in the bathroom. Stella…

Cycles of Life

In case anyone here has missed me, I'd like to let you all know I've not been lazy. I'm not ignoring my blog (not intentionally anyway); I still hold a dream to write and be published. I still wish to connect with you all in the ways I used to, albeit with much less frequency.…

Behaviour

Observing other people's patterns of behaviour often gives insight into their individual personalities. Donchya reckon?