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At the local pool

'A what?' I ask. 'Brammer,' she replies. 'Don't you think he's a real brammer?' My friend, Maggie, is always trying to display her superior language skills. 'Never heard it before, so I can't say.' 'A remarkable, attractive person,' Maggie says with a smirk. I can't argue with her. He is quite dishy. As usual, Maggie's… Continue reading At the local pool

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Laura felt great. She was keeping a nice rhythm, her head and body in sync. She was ahead of the pack, too. Oh, she could hear the collective pounding of their feet hitting the road. But she was in front of them and there were perhaps ten or so others in front of her. Not… Continue reading Marathon

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Lisa’s Dream

In moments like this, Lisa wished she was one of those types who rejected authority figures. Mr Dean was towering over her, his smile showing his crooked, rotting teeth. His greasy, slicked-back hair smelt like bananas. Lisa gulped down bile. Seconds ago, he'd asked her to mop the spacious foyer floor. For no other reason… Continue reading Lisa’s Dream

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Home again

It's 9AM here on Saturday morning. Our Girl and I have had an early netball match, but we are home again, safely returned to the nest. It was a frustrating game to coach today. Our team was superior in terms of their skills and understanding of the rules, but we lost. Why did we lose?… Continue reading Home again

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Parent guilt

Yesterday morning was one of those crazy moments in parenting. I had two netball games to coach, at the same venue, one time-slot in the fixture apart (equivalent to about thirty-five minutes). T1's soccer game was earlier but in a suburb twenty minutes away, and T2 had his regular tutoring appointment at our local library,… Continue reading Parent guilt