Fiction, Writing

Fighting Back

I'm commando crawling through the scrub. Blood and mud cover every inch of my body. There's a gaping slash down my right leg, and a wound from the bullet that grazed my left ear. The pain throbs and burns. It's white hot, searing. I've lost all sense of dignity, all knowledge of right versus wrong,… Continue reading Fighting Back

Family, Fiction, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage


She can breathe now. Two hours ago, on an empty country road, Marie had been blissfully driving, her favourite song blaring from the stereo. She was singing when the car bumped over a pothole. She thought nothing more about it until ten kilometres further along, it shuddered and gasped. Her heart skipped. 'Come on Bertha,'… Continue reading Breakdown