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

Marge’s Bomb

Being with him is simpatico. It's easy, smooth, like taking a breath. We're in sync. I have this thought as I watch him drive away in our Ford Falcon GT, hot off the production line. Our toddler waves goodbye from her vantage point on my hip, her pudgy fist opening and closing. She blows her… Continue reading Marge’s Bomb

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Tick Tock Tuesday #37 (23rd June 2020)

This week, I'm edging out of the 90s and into the noughties. I've selected a song Hubster and I used during our wedding. This song was his choice and it played as we signed the paperwork in front of our guests. We then were pronounced Husband and Wife and we entered the world together. Many… Continue reading Tick Tock Tuesday #37 (23rd June 2020)

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The unravelling of Arabella

'Get dressed,' Arabella yells to her family. 'We've got to be out of here in ten minutes. No dilly dallying!' Footsteps thump from the kitchen to the bedrooms as Arabella's two teens follow her instructions. She smiles to herself; it's just the way she likes it. She hums to herself while she tidies the kitchen,… Continue reading The unravelling of Arabella

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Eleanor’s visit

'Morning John,' Eleanor said, entering his small room. 'Who are you?' he snarled. Life had been dark, colourless since John lost his memory. 'I'm Eleanor.' 'I had a wife called Eleanor.' 'I am your wife, darling.' 'Nah, you're an ugly bitch. Eleanor was loving and kind. Beautiful.' He glared accusingly at her. He remained seated… Continue reading Eleanor’s visit

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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