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

Leaving Bert

Mary hung a load of washing on the line. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but not caused by the sun's brightness beaming directly into her eyes. Bert's new rules had brought a schism in the home. She pegged his undies on the line, furious and sad over last night's dinner conversation. 'This is the way… Continue reading Leaving Bert

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

Arabella’s mistake

Click to read Parts 1 and 2   Last night Arabella had made her decision. She slipped between the cool sheets and drifted into a fitful, broken sleep. She woke gasping from a dream. Martha was kissing her. Katy Perry's song I kissed a girl was playing. Where was she? Arabella shook her head. It… Continue reading Arabella’s mistake

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Authenticity

'I think you need to consider your options,' Martha said decisively. Her pen was poised above the A4 notebook, its cover adorned with pink roses and had Arabella's name written with a Sharpie. Arabella didn't respond; her mind a jumping castle of thoughts. As Arabella's mentor, Martha had guided her to a job with greater… Continue reading Authenticity

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Lisa’s Dream

In moments like this, Lisa wished she was one of those types who rejected authority figures. Mr Dean was towering over her, his smile showing his crooked, rotting teeth. His greasy, slicked-back hair smelt like bananas. Lisa gulped down bile. Seconds ago, he'd asked her to mop the spacious foyer floor. For no other reason… Continue reading Lisa’s Dream

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Intrepid

'Oh I beg to differ!' Janine's vein above her right eye pulsed. She could feel it move; a familiar sign of her fury. 'Can you just listen?' Mitchell's face was red. 'Let me finish.' Janine sighed and crossed her arms. 'All right. Gonna play it that way are you?' Mitchell spat. 'I'm listening,' Janine said… Continue reading Intrepid