“Janice! Janice? Janice, I’m home! What’s for dinner?”

My arms were full of clean washing, so I was struggling with the back door when I heard my husband’s usual 6pm greeting from the hallway. He probably heard me. I’m always in the yard at this time of day, either sweeping or weeding the flower-tubs, or bringing in the washing like today.

“Nigel ( Read more... )

Sara rearranged the "natural building materials" on the floor of her studio for what felt like the four hundredth time, before sitting up with a long groan.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Nope, still no ideas, ugh! Nine o'clock, time to order a pizza," she mused out loud,  about the worst aspect of her role as free-lance artist and sculptor. The pressure of ( Read more... )

At 2:03am, Jan's red car screeches to a sudden stop, not even badly parked but practically abandoned in the quiet street outside Mary and Clive's bungalow. Jan's face is drenched with both tears and the pounding rain as she runs up the driveway, staggering and slipping because of her speed and the rain. Drawing a fearful breath, Jan glances back ( Read more... )

During his first year back in the homeland, the boy Joshua was 'helping' Uncle Zach set up the house for the evening. As John wandered by outside with most of the pets in tow, a slightly harried Maria entered the room and found the person she was searching for. After exchanging a smile with Uncle Zach, Maria stooped down to address Joshua: "Son, it ( Read more... )

A short fiction piece based on the prompt "What does narcissism have to do with me?"

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Clara exhaled as her forehead hit the restroom mirror, fogging-over half of her image. As her gaze lifted to their brown-eyed reflection, she saw familiar eyes. Her Dad's eyes. Her eyes. Her opposite's eyes ( Read more... )