Wilfred tip-toed along the hallway, until marital guilt forced a heel to grumble the floorboards. He shrank from the barks which would inevitably ejaculate out of his wife’s cormorant boudoir. That woman directed his life, empowered by the gold ring he’d emasculated himself with two relentless decades ago. Wilfred had weathered her ever-accelerating decline into self-inflictedContinue reading “Wilfred (humor?)”
My finger is stuck. Properly stuck. Actually, I’m stuck. Properly stuck. In a hole. Me and my finger. Stuck. Discovered hole. Pushed finger in. Knuckle slid forward. Pulled back. Skin wrinkled over knuckle. Finger stuck. I’m stuck. Moved a picture. Discovered hole. Round hole. Peered in. Too dark. Inserted finger. Wriggled and jiggled. Finger stuck.Continue reading “Knuckling down. (Humor)”
‘It’s in God’s hands now.’ Jayla dragged off blood-stained gloves, before rubbing her eyes. As she exited the theatre, her beeper sounded; yet another emergency. ‘Go away’ God addressed his eternal in-tray, stretching tired neck muscles. ‘Sleep; even a tiny sleep, would be good right now. Twenty-four weeks straight. This covid is beyond the pale.Continue reading “Decisions, decisions”
Thirty years stretched before newly-retired Detective-inspector Shannon Liraz, his underlings relieved the inspectors ‘details, details’ catch-cry lay silent. The first few weeks sped by in catch-ups and bucket lists. House maintenance, bungee jumping, old friends in distant parts; his detailed list had whirlwind the days away. But the to-do’s eventually diminished, finally dribbling into aContinue reading “Details, Detective-inspector Shannon, details”
Brian remembered a time when greeting the day was a thing; being bounced awake by young bodies, then soothed with warm coffee and warmer kisses. Now, silent bedroom walls watched as he rose. Only rumpled sheets gave any sign he’d not slept alone. At breakfast, he obediently chewed his way through fruit-flavoured cardboard, while hisContinue reading “Seize the day”
Mrs Collins? – Yes. (Pull the shawl closer, don’t let this copper see.) I’m sorry for your loss. – Thank you (Which loss? My dignity, my freedom, my life?) My apologies but there’s just a couple of questions. – Of course. When did you find your husband? – When I opened the lounge curtain, IContinue reading “Mrs Collin’s storm (references murder, abuse)”
Gosh the last few months have brought some lovely responses to my work. The short story ‘With all my heart’ won a national short story competition in December, and was published in the Northern Advocate newspaper. This follows the short-listing of a flash fiction piece for an anthology which is yet to be finalized, soContinue reading “Wow! Updating recent milestones :)”
Saving treats for a rainy day allows me to savor the possibilities. Long before grey hair and grandchildren, I inherited an ornate brass thing. I say ‘thing’ because it’s not an urn, a teapot, or bottle, but something between. It’s spout giraffes from the pregnant bulbous orb, before squishing into a tulip-shaped lip. Four tinyContinue reading “Just one left”
(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)”
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