'If anyone needs me, I'll be in the back garden!' Millie calls over her shoulder as she walks out the door. There's no response. Not that she was expecting one. They're all watching the telly, eyes wide, jaws slack and hanging. Millie reckons they're watching one of those trashy reality shows, like the Bachelor or… Continue reading Where’s the milk?
Help. In her mind, the word is shouted. But no noise comes out, despite her mouth opening wide. Where is she? She tries to glimpse her surroundings, but all she sees is black. Her clothes are damp, her jeans especially. She feels around her; a trickle of water streams underneath, she touches a grassy carpet.… Continue reading Surviving a fall
With stealth, I pass through the open gate. I feel each heart beat like a strike on a timpany; it shudders to my core. I step towards the front door. Lift my hand to the brass knocker. My fingers are trembling, shaking. I take a deep breath, and remind myself this is my childhood home.… Continue reading Behind enemy’s door (short fiction)
Here in Melbourne, I'm at the end of the first week of school holidays, and I'm about to head out for one of our regular activities. Yes, the movies. Our Girl is still at the netball holiday program, so it's T1 and T2, plus one of their school friends to see Shazam. I remember the… Continue reading School holiday movie time
I don't feel like I can articulate my thoughts today. I don't feel as though my fingers and wrists are articulating properly. I feel I may lie down, do some Netflix binging. Any recommendations? But wait! A thought has articulated itself...do any of you savvy bloggers out there know how to get WordPress to share… Continue reading Inarticulate