(First published NZ Flash Fiction anthology 2020) My name? Pavlova. Stupid eh? Mum said it’s cos I was made from beaten eggs and toxic sugar, hidden under peaches and cream. Grandma says it’s cos Mum dreamt of pavlova while she was under the knife having me. Mums other kids have boring names, like Tom, Dick andContinue reading “Call me Pav (Humour)”
My granddaughter, Aylufa, came to live with me last year. I pretended I needed care, but honestly, her free board is just this grandma’s way of helping a beloved mokopuna save for her dreams. That’s why I’m so disappointed, and, let’s be honest, bloody angry. Discovering my hard-earned cash hidden in her bedroom is the final blow. I knew she’d been systematically stealing myContinue reading “Recognition (references dementia)”
‘There’s so much to do’ she complained to her husband. ‘I’ll never get this book finished.’ Annoyingly pragmatic, he countered ‘Maybe you should edit your life as thoroughly as you edit your work; cut out the rubbish.’ ‘Oh’ he added ‘I’m off to help your sister after I’ve eaten.’ ‘Again?’ She pondered his words whilstContinue reading “Editing (Humour)”
Check it out! ‘Knock Knock: Confessions of a Kiwi Interviewer.’ Knock Knock contains extraordinary stories from many years spent conducting interviews. This is the world of the dreaded door-knock from the other side of the door. Trish Palmer has been working as an interviewer and area manager for market research companies for over 20 years,Continue reading “Book release! :)”
My foot disturbed something in the grass. Bending over, I instructed my fingers to find it; bring it into my field of sight. they took their time, fumbling around and refusing to work together. Feeling it’s shape, I knew what it was even before they finally showed it; a ten cent piece. Once treasure, nowContinue reading “Ten cents”
Dentist’s waiting rooms grind my nerves. No matter how sparkling the receptionist, how beaming the flowers, how enlightening the magazines, I wait with taut stomach, clenched jaw, and sweaty brow. Behind double doors, a drill bores it’s victim’s tooth. I feel the pain, hear the silent screams, and sympathize with the patients rapidly rinsing wallet.Continue reading “The waiting room (Humor)”
Phoebe wasn’t mad; the certificate proved it. Yet this day would see her do the maddest thing possible. Her friends and family would ever-more remember her as that woman who… never mind. She dressed carefully; presentation was everything. To pull this off she’d need to be on top of her game, instinct aided by senses onContinue reading “Getting remembered (humor)”
Two of my comedy plays have been produced in Europe by the English Theater Company and are available for free viewing on youtube. Go ahead and enjoy! The links are: Where There’s a Will https://youtu.be/IWfaNS1PGX4 Housewifely Duties (R18) Continue reading “Plays available on youtube!”
There was a problem. Not a big problem you understand, but still a problem. Just one of those niggles that sit at the back of your mind and poke you at unexpected moments. The trouble was, Nell knew she ought to dig it out, have a good look at it, and find an answer. HerContinue reading “Arthur (Humor)”
I don’t have a name. If I could choose, it would be Aroha, for love. Do you feel this love, or is it lost in the morning sickness that wracks your body and ruins your day? My strength genetically reflects you, dear warrior mother, yet my very existence depends completely on your mercy. Consider carefullyContinue reading “Aroha’s story (Not for the faint-hearted. R16 please)”
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