The little tartan shopping trolley was brand new. It had been brand new for four years. Sitting in the corner, collecting dust and detritus while adjusting to its new role. It was a coat rack, an umbrella stand, a plastic bag receptacle, a home for daddy long legs. The cat had once tried to climb[Read more]
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It smelt of dust, stale air and old memories. The sun light filtered through the window as the motes flew around the room in the wake of his footsteps. Once it was empty, a room of promises; a study, a nursery, a sewing room, guestroom and now storage. Initially it was organised, but over the[Read more]
Yesterday he counted two hundred and thirty two cook books, but it’s not an obsession. Of those two hundred and thirty two he has only actually cooked out of fifty two – leaving one hundred and eighty unused cook books on the shelf… But it’s not an obsession. Of those one hundred and eighty, he’s[Read more]
It started as a single flower in the barrenness, no one noticed how it got there, no one knew anything when the landlord went a little crazy about it. But it grew. The flower grew, and it was joined by another. A small hydrangea bush, a patch of violets. Every time the landlord removed them,[Read more]
At night she owned this road. During the day no one noticed her, she made sure people didn’t. Unobtrusive. Comments, no opinions. Greys, black, beige clothes, no decoration. No bright glasses. No hooting laughter. No cheeky grin or wry sense of humour. Nothing, because at night she owned this road. The street lights, an occasional[Read more]
His pride and joy was this garbage truck. Small and compact, he washed her every day after the job, cleaning and scouring just like the manual recommended. Oh yes, he’d read the manual. Cover to cover during the strikes, when she sat idle and waiting. She cornered tightly, and handled like a dream. The left[Read more]
She sat, at first calm. He was in the best of hands. She went through the motions, called the children let them know, they’d meet her as soon as they could. He said he felt a bit off colour and went to sit outside under the jacaranda tree. Her favourite. The only one he’d let[Read more]
As he stepped into the river, he could feel the cooler waters from off the mountain creeks whirl and mix with the lower valley water. Both crystal clear, untouched by man, except for a few swimmers upriver and the occasional animal passing. Over the rapids the water burbled encouragement as he balanced the riffle square[Read more]
She was there to pick up a book she’d had on hold for the last week: 4Play – Meals to Excite. She made her way down the ramp in the bookshop and circumnavigated the tree, a previous business’s folly, to arrive at the counter. She had reserved the book by phone, and wanted to have[Read more]
For Rach. The hum of the massive silver espresso machine gave the chocolatey room a warmth that belied the sleekness of the chrome. Booth seats lined the walls, the only light coming from the folded glass doors pulled back to let in the air and customers in, and a few well-placed lamps. Outside the sun[Read more]