The King’s Ransom
Posted on August 3, 2020 4 Comments
I hold him up at arm’s length, an offering to the gods, a tribute. He gurgles and squeals, wriggling in my arms. The sun kisses, then stings us. Beneath, his shadow wriggles along with him. I shudder, without a dark echo. That was the price for our freedom. Image credit: Photo by Riccardo Farinazzo on Unsplash
Posted on June 25, 2020 7 Comments
Monday is born into a full family.One Standard Issue Dad™,One slightly dented, but still good Mum,Two broken-limbed brothers, and one sullen but loving sister.
Posted on April 16, 2020 3 Comments
I take a left at the end of my street and turn down a barely used laneway. I’m trying to avoid people, trying to maintain social distance, or physical distance, or whatever the latest pandemic catchphrase is. Hardly anyone comes down this way. I know this from walking the dogs. In the daytime, the odd […]
Hall of Mirrors (or A Mansplainer’s Just Desserts)
Posted on October 2, 2019 1 Comment
Hall of Mirrors, or a mansplainer’s just desserts
Posted on August 8, 2019 11 Comments
Unearthed: microprose in 40 words about a season
Posted on April 4, 2019 4 Comments
“They exchange secrets; two strangers on the bus.” YeahWrite #416 Microprose
Posted on March 7, 2019 6 Comments
Will the ferryman escape his fate?
Posted on November 15, 2018 12 Comments
CAUTION: This story contains references to domestic violence and descriptions of childhood emotional abuse. I stood at the podium looking out at the sea of faces, unfamiliar and familiar, the funeral director’s words still ringing in my ears. It’s okay to be raw and honest. There’s no right way to grieve. They’re just looking for […]
The Innocence of Mabel Cunderdin
Posted on October 4, 2018 8 Comments
If you wanted to set your life on fire, there wasn’t a better combination than Mabel Cunderdin, and Edward Willard’s limitless credit card.
Posted on April 4, 2018 2 Comments
Seven seconds to draw a breath