Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Weather

Sound of wings tapping

The moth flickers around the ceiling light. I lie naked on my bed, the warm air leaving my skin damp, sweat glistening like tiny jewels on my arms and flat belly. Cam's asleep, snoring. I watch the moth, my heartbeat quickening, ready to fling myself out of bed if it flies low. My phobia of… Continue reading Sound of wings tapping

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Love gone wrong

There was no movement. None at all. Kiara watched for something. A billowing breeze. A rustle. Breath. Especially breath. But nothing came. 'Shit,' she said under her breath. It'd had been a bad idea to begin with. Dubiously she'd agreed after her pleas fell on deaf ears. Brad was determined to try it. And, he'd… Continue reading Love gone wrong

Family, Fiction, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Elizabeth’s Moment

The sumptuous feast was meant to leave Elizabeth feeling invigorated. Instead, she rose sluggishly from her seat at the table, leaving her napkin on the plate and her wine glass half empty. She moved to the drawing room, where the men would soon gather for a dram of whisky. She wandered around the large room,… Continue reading Elizabeth’s Moment

Family, Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Parenting, Weather, Writing

Erin’s Journey

Due to an irreconcilable battle between good and evil, Erin left home. She'd tried to make a go of it, tried to attend to his needs, but she'd come to realise he was never going to change. The last time he bashed her head into the refrigerator door---over something as trivial as not having any… Continue reading Erin’s Journey

Fiction, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

Work of Art

'See the thing about art is it's open to interpretation,' Noah says. Sarah shakes her head, as if to repudiate his words, his opinion. 'Nup. Sorry. This is absolute rubbish.' 'Come on, Sarz. You're being deliberately obtuse.' 'I'm not. I could paint a better picture than this. A child could,' Sarah crosses her arms over… Continue reading Work of Art