Fiction, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Her disease

Jen dressed carefully. She wanted to look good, but not overdone. Three shirts, two dresses and five pants already littered the floor at her feet. With a huff, she chose her black skinny jeans, rolled up the cuffs, donned her espadrille wedges and threw on a white shirt. She stared critically at the mirror. 'It'll… Continue reading Her disease


Dave’s Letter (short story)

The fine thin paper was folded in halves. It fell from her hands and fluttered to the floor. Molly didn't need to open the letter to know it was from Dave. Before... Her blood pumped ker-thump, ker-thump all the way to her fingertips. Sweat beads gathered on her brow, the back of her neck, behind… Continue reading Dave’s Letter (short story)