These Uncertain Times: Part 5 of 6

Laying on his side Oscar watched the sunlight peek weakly through the slats of the venetian blinds. Beside him, facing the wall, Cara watched the waving lines of light from the same window wriggle against the bedroom cupboards. They both thought that the other one was asleep and both tried to stay quiet to keep… Continue reading These Uncertain Times: Part 5 of 6

Peter/Susan

Into the mirror of his mother’s downstairs bathroom Peter stared. Susan stared right back. Peter on one side of aluminium, glass and paint, and Susan reflected perfectly back on the other. They stared, at the pimple pulsing in the centre of Peter’s forehead. Peter raised two hands, shaking as he placed a finger on either side… Continue reading Peter/Susan

Goodbyes Are Hard

It was time. Finally. Shaking hands grip my bicep and without looking up from my phone I pull my arm away. My gum has lost its flavour which sucks. “This sucks.” I say. His hands move from my arm to my waist, pulling tight. The feather tucked in his hair tickles my nose and I… Continue reading Goodbyes Are Hard

Hard Rubbish

Next to a broken set of drawers is a couch with the seat pillows missing and on top of the couch is a mattress and between the mattress and the couch is a dead body. I’m pretty sure it’s dead. The arm dangling down the side of the couch is bloodied and one of the… Continue reading Hard Rubbish

The Fifes Go On Holiday

“Kids, your mother and I have something we need to tell you.” Peter paused. He relished the tension reflected in the eyes of his three children and forced himself not to grin as he took a deliberate sip of tea. Susan, his wife, sighed and squeezed his shoulder. “Come on Peter, you’re being cruel.” “Yeah… Continue reading The Fifes Go On Holiday