Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Relationship and marriage, Writing


'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


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