Family, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Getting out of a car park

Driving home from netball this morning, we stopped into our local Coles. Hubster ran inside to get a few things that we desperately needed, while me and T1, T2 and Our Girl waited in the car. Hubster arrived; three products tucked under his arm. I reversed out of the space, then drove towards the entrance/exit… Continue reading Getting out of a car park

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Bree and Henry

Bree stared out the window. On the road below, she watched as cars sped past, and pedestrians bustled their way about. A taxi pulled into the kerb. The door opened, and Henry stepped out. Bree felt nothing. She watched as he crossed the road, then moved out of her sight. He would be walking through… Continue reading Bree and Henry

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A visit with Grandma

Grandma sits in her high-backed upholstered chair. Her eyes are closed; her hands rest lightly on the arms of the chair. I see all of this through the skinny panel window in the door to her room. I knock before entering; her eyes open slowly and she grins when she sees me. 'Come in, Gil.'… Continue reading A visit with Grandma

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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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Eliza and Flossie

'Turn the volume DOWN,' yelled Flossie's mum, Eliza. 'I'm trying to do some work here.' Flossie rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. But she fetched the remote and did as asked. 'Thank you honey-child,' said Eliza, as she smiled at her daughter. Her reward was a cold stare, coupled with a grunt. Not for the… Continue reading Eliza and Flossie