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Knuckling down. (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)”

Decisions, decisions

‘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”

Details, Detective-inspector Shannon, details

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”

Call me Pav (Humour)

(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)”

Recognition (references dementia)

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)”