Swimming gave him the most incredible sense of freedom. He ploughed through the water, spinning, turning, loving, laughing. The sheer enjoyment of movement. It was a place of second chances, a chance to feel whole, to feel as though it was worth it all. The noises and chattering in his head ceased and he could[Read more]
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For Ms Kat. Not your average shop. Not crammed with stacks and racks and shelves of clothes at bargain prices. Not spaced and gentle and beige, with ticketed items the equivalent of a holiday. It was colourful. Playful. With a mermaid mannequin in turquoise and pink, lounging on a red vinyl couch in the centre.[Read more]
He accounts for every cent. His desk is meticulously tidy, and he accounts for every cent. He needs every cent. His life is mapped out in miles stones and the milestone rely on his pecuniary interests. When he gets to a certain amount he can start to afford to date with an eye to long[Read more]
Sugar! It dances on the air and sweetens the mood. Every one smiles and you know that nothing bad could happen here. The walls are painted in rainbow coloured offerings and she clutches tightly a small gold coin that will offer up some of those treasures behind the counter. There are so many choices that[Read more]
It was a Queen Anne. A small tea cup with delicate violets painted on the bone china, with a gold rim on the handle and lip. It was part of her wedding set. With saucers, bread and butter plates, a teapot, sugar owl and cream jug. There were two sizes of tea cups. The smaller[Read more]
The car crept up the driveway and, seeing her at the top, dead potoroo hanging by its feet in her left hand, her rifle with the safety on in her right, stopped. It reversed back a bit to where the caravan sat at the bottom of the hill and waited. After five minutes it turned[Read more]
Oh no! The dread builds and spills over to awareness. He could feel it happening again. He promised himself he would let it happen, he wouldn’t lose control and then he was gone. Twirling, turning, confusing. Laughing, crying, spinning. Black and light. Sparks. Colour. Voices. Far away voices. Bass beat, thumping, unceasingly. Turning, twirling, spinning.[Read more]
Stooped on the verandah he tried to remember how you came to attention. His back wouldn’t allow it, he himself wouldn’t allow it. Why should he salute a society that has forgotten him? A society that has forgotten his service, his efforts, his triumphs. His medals sit dusty in an old box. He hid for[Read more]
It was just a little wooden footbridge. Rickety, made from old fence posts. Wide enough for the quad bike, but definitely not the tractor. Dad said the tractor would snap it and then they’d be stuck, so he dropped her off and went the long way round. She crossed the bridge a thousand times before.[Read more]
She had the dream. The dream they all did. The difference was, that she had the means to make that dream come true. She could just pack up and leave. She could buy a place in the country and swan about a chi-chi farmhouse talking about organic chicken raising, boasting of her garden and baking.[Read more]