The Post that Wasn’t

My brain is storming its own dissent. For the last hour and a half I have been writing a post. But it's been deleted, too awful for anyone's eyes. Even my own. So, I have resigned myself to not coming up with a post today. Instead, I shall turn off my laptop, make another coffee…

Shock

Melbourne is in shock. Late Thursday afternoon, news broke of four bodies discovered in a home in the north-western suburbs. A woman in her 40s and three children. No signs of disturbance, no echoes of trouble. Neighbours interviewed by media all shared the same view: the family seemed happy, actively engaged with others in the…

Instead

I'm pretty sure I've written a post with the word 'sangfroid' in it sometime ago. But instead of searching for it, and wasting time (supposed to be working), I'll just say hello to you all, my blogger friends, and wish you a very happy day. 🙂

The Mission

'Once the assignment is complete, you will be escorted to the airport, where you will board a jet that will fly you to an as-yet undisclosed location.' Barry, my handler, is serious. Softly-spoken, measured. I am terrified. This is my first real mission and it involves a large serving of femme fatale. Honestly, I don't…

In the Taxi

After a series of health concerns, Bob decided it was time to see a doctor. Oh, he loathed visiting the GP. The clinic smelled of antiseptic and old people and pee. The doctor was usually patronising or arrogant. The waiting room stifling; the heater turned up too high in an attempt to quell the distasteful…