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

The knock

The alarm wakes Lia from a deep slumber. Her hand reaches to her phone, she presses the button to cease its beeping. She throws back the covers and stands at the side of the bed; with a bounce she makes her way to the en suite. 'Oh shit!' she cries. Matty has already left for… Continue reading The knock

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Nelly and Paul

It strikes Nelly anew that trust is built over minutes, hours, years. Decades even, if you get that far. She sips her chamomile tea; its calming aroma does its job. She sighs, and dries her eyes. When Paul came home last night, she knew immediately that something was amiss. 'You right?' she asked, looking up… Continue reading Nelly and Paul

Family, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

The view from the aisles

Goodness, it seems we're in quite a predicament. People of Australia are bracing for Covid19 impact by behaving in quite a selfish manner. Most of the population have jettisoned social norms and niceties; they no longer tolerate positive aspects of community living: sharing, kindness, and even the Aussie attitude of 'she'll be right, mate!' I… Continue reading The view from the aisles

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

The beginning of the end

Losing water was the first sign. Initially Mara thought she'd forgotten to pay the bill. She went to make a call and found the phone lines were down, too. 'Brad?' she called. 'Are we up to date with the bills?' Rustling from the back garden was the only response. 'Brad!' This time she yelled. 'Huh?'… Continue reading The beginning of the end

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Crossing the bridge

'I'm afraid,' I say. Fear shivers through my body. My eyes are squeezed shut. It's no good, I know what lies beneath. I feel Mike's hands take my own. 'God you're shaking,' he whispers. 'I've got you, babe. Edge towards me.' I can't move. My feet are blocks of wood. 'Mike.' Tears spill onto my… Continue reading Crossing the bridge