I have a maundering brain today. Here's a preview, with my deepest apologies: Gloomy day. Grey clouds, persistent rain, but not terribly cold. Going slightly crazy. Shut indoors. Home-schooled children who open the fridge and pantry with alarming regularity, looking for food. I guess they're bored and going crazy too, but jayzuz! Need to visit… Continue reading Listicle of thoughts
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After Hannah
This short story follows on from The Truth of the Evening. Click here to read it. After Hannah's death, I locked myself away, hidden in my bedroom. Under the covers, hair askew, sleep boogers encrusted in the corners of my eyes. Feral dog's breath and furry teeth. What did I have to look forward… Continue reading After Hannah
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
The Icy Bench
This weekend is the first foray back into netball and I'm just back home. We're in a new level, and the teams have been graded for development purposes. The grading took place last year and was performed by an independent, objective, and non-member of our club. There's no way on God's green earth I could've… Continue reading The Icy Bench
Tea and Cake
Harriet lowers herself into her arm chair. Everything hurts: over the past few years, Harriet's been feeling every day of her age. She's noticed back ache, her legs are shaky and sore, her shoulders hunched. She is old; born in the previous century. And while that seems like an eye-blink ago, it's really not. The… Continue reading Tea and Cake