Fiction, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing

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;… Continue reading Brent’s kitchen (short fiction)