Fiction, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing

One night

After he rolls off, Annabelle turns away from him, wipes the tears from her eyes. Perfunctory. It was almost as swift as the mating display that she'd giggled at as a thirteen-year-old, while watching a David Attenborough documentary in a geography lesson. Her teacher had fussed and squirmed at the front of the class, which… Continue reading One night

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Done

'It didn't mean anything, babe. I swear,' Dave pleads. Tears run down his cheeks. His eyes are red, glassy. Cathy listens impassively to her husband of five years. Inside, she feels hollow, like a pumpkin with its orange innards scooped out. Her fingers tremble; she closes them into a fist. 'She kinda threw herself at… Continue reading Done

Fiction, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Party

Lucy's eyes dart as she enters the crowded room. She knows he's here. She can feel his presence; it creeps insidiously, like evil tendrils. The threat of him is ever-present.¬†She sees AJ in the corner, sipping a huge glass of red. Lucy begins to cross the room to get to her and smacks right into… Continue reading Party