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Witness

'But I don't even understand why you had to go there,' Betty said to her eldest child, Anna. 'Mum, I'm a grown woman. I can go where I like.' 'Well, now you're in a bit of a muddle, aren't you?' Anna stared into the space just over her mother's left shoulder. Mum was right. She… Continue reading Witness

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Visiting Dad

'What's with all the ruckus?' Dad's angry, I can tell. His face is red and if he was a cartoon character, there'd be steam coming out his ears. He pushes back his chair with such force it tips over and leaves me in the kitchen to investigate. My younger brothers are fighting in their room.… Continue reading Visiting Dad

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The truth

'Just a dollop of the truth is all I'm asking,' said Mary. She herself was lying. A dollop? No, she's ready for the whole lot. For too long, her mother has equivocated on Mary's father's whereabouts. She was eleven when Dad left. Walked out for a litre of milk and never returned. Mum didn't look… Continue reading The truth

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G&Ts with Mum

'He's always been a bit daffy,' said Mum. We were sitting at the outdoor couch on the deck, sipping gin and tonics. It was our favourite way to catch up at the end of each week. I'd just told Mum that I saw Aidan at the supermarket on Wednesday. He'd been pushing a trolley full… Continue reading G&Ts with Mum

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Behind enemy’s door (short fiction)

With stealth, I pass through the open gate. I feel each heart beat like a strike on a timpany; it shudders to my core. I step towards the front door. Lift my hand to the brass knocker. My fingers are trembling, shaking. I take a deep breath, and remind myself this is my childhood home.… Continue reading Behind enemy’s door (short fiction)