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

Moving on

'Honestly, he's not worth it,' Ella whispered. She was rubbing the back of her twin sister, Lucia, who was bent over the toilet bowl. Ella pulled Lucia's hair away from her face. 'Luce,' Ella murmured. 'Come on, sit back. Tell me what happened.' Ella pulled her sister into her arms and held her as she… Continue reading Moving on

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

At the hospital

Barb sits in the stark waiting area of the hospital. She checks her watch. Four hours. Two since someone had last slammed through those double doors and said anything about Mel's condition. Barb wonders why she's still there. She doesn't even know Mel. The doors swing open again. A doctor strides towards her. 'Barb? I'm… Continue reading At the hospital

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Walking Away

'I am overjoyed for you,' Maggie said with a smile. She was forcing it, she knew. Her tone of voice was wooden, the smile stiff and toothy. Milton didn't seem to have noticed though. He was busy preening. Pushing his hair back from his forehead. Smoothing his hands over his tight-fitting shirt. Chest out. Shoulders… Continue reading Walking Away

Family, Fiction, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Writing

At the supermarket

Standing in line at the checkout, she is warm and her armpits damp, despite the chilly day and her coat and scarf. She holds her breath as she watches each item scanned, then placed in her bags by the operator. Her eyes flick to the screen. $45. Glancing along the conveyor belt, she nervously estimates… Continue reading At the supermarket

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Martha’s regret

Martha's face was red, she was panting from the exertion of yelling. She took some deep, calming breaths while watching Ted, who was pacing back and forth in their kitchen. Ted stopped. Turned to face her. 'You're NOT a psychologist,' he yelled. 'You dabble around on the internet and you think you have all the… Continue reading Martha’s regret