She pulled her carefully woven shawl, now frayed and yellowed from the dust of the years, about her shoulders. Underneath the gathering clouds, she stared out at the waters before her, waiting to hear the voice of a visitor she knew was coming.
Read MoreI met a woman the other day. She stood still, hands stiff at her sides. The metalwork meant to serve as the skin was bright against the moonlight. Her feet, on the platform, perfectly aligned across from each other. Eyes settled in the tracks, as though she were taking in each line. The woman was curious. Curious in the way machines can be at times.
Read MoreThe Mother ran the back of her hand across her cheek as she swayed in time with the music. The silver wedding band on her finger cooled her skin. She recoiled, the sharp iciness of the ring almost bursting her idyllic moment, but the music swept…
Read MoreFor reasons alien to him, everybody trusted Jesse. He had no desire to be anyone’s confidant. And yet this was what he so often became to his clients…
Read MoreThe deep blue August sky descended over the beach, washing itself out into a pale watercolour just above the sea…
Read MoreToad was suffocating in the August air. It felt thick and dry in his lungs as he breathed, still warm even without the sun…
Read MoreA huge puddle had formed outside the door. The rain came down in diagonal lines. The trees opposite me shuddered under the weight of the water.
Read MoreJune was alone on the grass in the middle of her garden. One of her chubby hands was buried deep in a jar of squelchy strawberry jam that her mother had left as she ran inside…
Read MoreBedtime is my favourite part of the day. That’s when Mum comes to kiss me goodnight, always exactly in the middle of my forehead…
Read MoreMy desk is a mess. I haven't been into work for three days…
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