Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Writing

In the Taxi

After a series of health concerns, Bob decided it was time to see a doctor. Oh, he loathed visiting the GP. The clinic smelled of antiseptic and old people and pee. The doctor was usually patronising or arrogant. The waiting room stifling; the heater turned up too high in an attempt to quell the distasteful… Continue reading In the Taxi

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

Shell’s Camp

I'm hot, sweaty; at the river bed, near to where I've made camp for the past week, washing my only clothes. I am putrid; my own smell is offensive even to me. The sun feels close. In-my-face, right-there-kinda-close. Ten years ago, before the apocalypse, the weather here was pleasant. Oh, we had seasons, sure; sometimes… Continue reading Shell’s Camp

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Writing


Melissa watched in fascination as the vapour rose. It twirled and danced through the air, like steam from a boiling pot. Now, the waiting. If her experiment worked, then she'd be exonerated from the published findings over a year ago. Proved to be erroneous shortly after the journal was released, Melissa and her team were… Continue reading Research

Family, Fiction, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Writing


The young woman wanders barefoot through the forest, alone. Nothing is familiar. But she's brave, fearless and she continues through the verdant surrounds. It's beautiful. Quiet. Different to home, where Mummy and Eddie fight all day. 'Ow!' She stubs her toe on the root of a myrtle beech; her cry pierces the silence. Sitting down… Continue reading Princess

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

The bracelet

'Oh honey, it's beautiful!' I'm holding a box, inside is a bracelet. My breath catches in my throat as I watch the light dance on the beads. 'What's the occasion?' I ask, dragging my eyes to look at George. He grins, sheepish. 'No reason really. Just saw it in a shop window and thought how… Continue reading The bracelet