Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Waiting for answers

Part B to Smashing Morning. Click here if you missed it. Six weeks and many rage-turns later, we are no closer to an answer to what is plaguing Erich. I am on the chaise longue, reading a book. Erich is sleeping after his latest turn. He becomes exhausted afterwards. Never remembers, just crawls into our… Continue reading Waiting for answers

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Smashing morning

Erich traces his finger along my spine as I lie on my belly. The morning sun splinters through the gap in the curtains. I open one eye. 'Morning,' I say. My voice is sleep-croaky. 'Sleep well?' he asks. I didn't. Each moment I felt close to falling off, one leg twitched and jerked involuntarily. I… Continue reading Smashing morning

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Relationship and marriage, Writing

New Life

In Sylvia's new life, she has composure and self-assurance. None of this wallflower bullshit anymore. She's proud of herself, and rightly so. Or at least that's what her counsellor keeps telling her. Sylvia's not certain at what point she began to be brave. But slowly she listened to her inner voice, the one that said… Continue reading New Life

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

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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The Beetle

The woman's hips moved, enticing and encouraging. Brad was mesmerised. It was as if her dance was meant for him. An invitation. For all of her, in all the moments that lie ahead. 'Did you hear me?' Scarlett asked, her tinny voice snapping him back to reality. Her eyes were wide, accusing. She sighed, an… Continue reading The Beetle