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…

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Scoring at soccer

Saturday here. Just ticked over to the afternoon; the morning spent with the children's sport shuffle. I left home with Our Girl before 8AM to get the two netball matches, this week in back-to-back time slots. Hubster left home about an hour later, and took both boys to T1's soccer match. After netball, Our Girl…

An evening at the local council

  Last night, I was witness to a company of fools. I went to the ordinary meeting of my local council, in support of a new sports stadium to be built in the area. The area I live in is lovely, it must be said. We are lucky to be situated less than 10kms from…

Brent’s kitchen (short fiction)

'Do you want a pickle on your burger?' 'Pardon?' 'A pickle. On your burger?' Brent repeated. He glanced to where Tilly was sitting, perched on a bar stool at the kitchen bench. Her hair was matted on one side, her left, the way she'd slept in his bed. She was wearing a T-shirt of his;…

Sinking (short fiction)

The slight bump made no sense. Sarah was accustomed to the gentle swaying, rocking. But this was a definite bump. And she definitely heard a groan, too, low and rumbling underneath the bump. Sarah looked around her, desperate to find Andy. Where was he? They were standing next to each other in the large dining…