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

The Doctor

Fay falls back into her seat. The door is ajar. She sips from her bottle before looking up her next patient. 'Oh great,' Fay mutters when she sees the name on her computer screen. Mrs Donnellan. She barely needs to bring up Mrs Donnellan's history. A frequent flyer. A lonely time waster who'll suck away… Continue reading The Doctor

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

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

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

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

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

The doors

'Don't go through the secret door,' the old man whispered. I stopped. Turned. I wasn't even sure I'd heard. 'Don't go through the secret door,' he repeated. His voice was gravelly. He was unkempt; a pungent smell emitted from around him, like he hadn't washed in days and was sitting in his own excrement. I… Continue reading The doors

Fiction, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Tell the story challenge: Trying to Escape

Thank you, Punam, from paeansunpluggedblog for selecting me to take part in the Tell the Story Challenge. Here's what I wrote, inspired from the image above.   Why had she asked him back to her house? Two hours ago, Lillian had been flirting shamelessly with him at the bar over an ice-cold Aperol spritz. Well,… Continue reading Tell the story challenge: Trying to Escape