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

Peg’s night out

The sun was high in the sky when Peg woke. She rolled over, burying her face in the pillow to block out the glaring streaks of daylight. Her head thumped, like the doof-doof to a bass line. Her mouth dry and her tongue thick. Peg can't remember much about last night. Can't remember how she… Continue reading Peg’s night out

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Fiction, Melbourne, Opinion, Relationship and marriage, Weather, Writing

Bumping into a stranger

Charlie walked down the street, eyes upwards, gazing at the light pink blossom on the trees. She crashed into a passer-by. 'Oh gosh, I'm so sorry,' she said as she bent to pick up the papers that had scattered from his grip on impact. 'Quite alright,' he snapped. His voice left Charlie in no doubt… Continue reading Bumping into a stranger

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

Following Daisy

I watched as the little girl, probably only three years old, jumped up and down. 'Yes, Mummy. Please!' she cried to the woman standing beside her. She crouched down to her daughter's level. 'Daisy, lovely manners, my girl.' Daisy's chocolate brown eyes glimmered with happiness. She clapped her hands. I felt conspicuous watching them, but… Continue reading Following Daisy

Fiction, Melbourne, Writing

In the park

Simon stared at the girl's nude body. He didn't know her name. He didn't care. He'd first seen her coming out of city building, late. He was across the road at the train station, but his eyes zeroed in on her, like a sniper. Simon waited for the tram to amble past and paced over.… Continue reading In the park

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

Tomorrow

Tomorrow. Everything will be alright tomorrow. At least that is what Melly keeps telling herself. The problem is though, Melly has been repeating that mantra for months now. Jack is a wanker. Melly's mum is helicoptering over her. Dad is never home. And Becky is busy studying. Who's she supposed to talk to? Year nine… Continue reading Tomorrow