Growing up on a sugar cane farm in Central Queensland, Australia, was great way to grow up. Our farmhouse was at the end of a long dirt road which emptied into our front yard. Across the front of the house was bushland – eucalyptus trees and kangaroos as far as you could see. Over the…
Read MoreSmoko on the Steps
My brother and I used to sit on the back steps to have our “smoko” (morning tea) when we were little. We’d sit side-by-side, swinging our legs back and forth under the steps and have our little cup of tea in Winter, or green cordial in Summer, and a little sandwich and a biscuit. It…
Read MoreLittle Red Sweater
As we strolled through the park hand-in-hand, I turned to my beautiful wife and silently thanked the heavens for having her by my side. Then I thought, why should I keep this to myself? “Honey, thank you for being you, I don’t know what I would do without you.” She beamed at me and blushed…
Read MoreSeeing
Head down, in the zone, Carla still manages to keep the conversation flowing in such a fun and exuberant manner, making her clients feel comfortable and at ease. She has created her little nail salon from an old shipping container which has been restored in the shabby chic style. She has taken such care in the…
Read MoreMax vs Amelia
“Max, you are driving me insane. I’ve already forgiven you for the coffee incident. I’m sorry I was upset but it was embarrassing. It was my first day! You wouldn’t have been happy either!” Max wasn’t so sure. Amelia had been livid, staring daggers at him in the coffee shop. He considered her now. In her uptight…
Read MoreSuch a Character
The teriyaki chef explained how the game worked. He spoke about chopping up omelettes and firing the pieces at our faces, while we tried to catch the eggy bits. I chanced a sideways glance at Sharon just as she turned to look my way. We tried to hold it in but it was impossible –…
Read MoreFreestyling Edge
She feels the sharp edge of darkness closing in Flashes of red pulsing almost rhythmically Each one timed with a wave of pain. Reaching out she makes a whimpering sound Too much too bear It shouldn’t be this hard. With crisp sound, foil breaks The pills slide down She slumps to the ground Sweet. Chemical. Relief. This…
Read MoreA Letter in Pink
Rounding the corner, all I could think about was getting home to a glass of wine and a hot shower. I was reaching for my phone to check the time, when my foot landed on something hard and my ankle rolled out. Down I went in an ungraceful collapse, my phone skittering away and my hands…
Read MoreLucy? Are you out there?
Ah Lucy, how I loved you. You were my constant companion and shining light. Our time together was painfully short, but we hit it off instantly and became firm friends. I remember how you were so excited when we went to the beach, you couldn’t wait to call your mum and tell her about your…
Read MoreSinging in the…. well, everywhere!
Well it’s about the people in your life again, isn’t it? To me, a song is a reminder of an event, an occasion, a person. I guess it often starts out as just something that sounds good, has a nice beat, makes you feel goof, but for me, I usually share it with someone and…
Read MoreStep Back in Time … not too far!
I close my eyes and see myself stepping out into the back garden. The patio roof is strewn with hundreds of fairy lights, in cool white, not the yellowy kind. It creates a magical glow even down to the sandstone tiles. There’s an eclectic mix of chairs scattered about in clumps and the huge table…
Read MoreFree Your Mind, and the Rest Will Follow
There was music playing, she could feel it, but her mind wasn’t ready to understand the words. She could just feel the beat, it pulsed in her head. She closed her eyes and just let it wash over her. She let everything wash over her. What now? What would she do? He’s gone, he’s not…
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