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22
Jun
Two orbs hurtled diagonally through the sky, tails glowing behind them. Were they meteors or fighter jets? I wasn’t sure, but their simple, elegant lines captivated me. The moon had suddenly appeared, like a portal into another world, and it was as if Lewellen and I were the only two people on the… continue reading »
21
Jun
We only wanted a small job done and enlisted a local lady to take care of it. My wife had contacted various companies but none of the directors ever got back to her. One day, she saw an ad for Rita’s Renovations and decided to give the shiny-suited gal a go. Maybell says,… continue reading »
19
Jun
I catch bus number twenty-five to work every morning. Irene Cummings hides up the back reading erotica and Mark Ng stares longingly at ponytailed Bea who is one year older and dreaming of being headhunted for Cirque du Soleil. Javier Gonzales grabs the handrail, suitcase prised between his legs and Carmen in her threadbare coat… continue reading »
10
Nov
I stare at a table strewn with delights, From doughnuts to puddings to mini quiche bites. Lush tartlets of shrimp, they glisten and gleam, The delicate herbs, confetti on cream. My stomach, it gurgles like gas in a drain, My lips, they are pursed in a thin line of pain. Smug odours of… continue reading »
23
Oct
I have synaesthesia. Not the kind where numbers have personalities or C major tastes like mint ice cream, but the kind where specific words, letters and days of the week have their own luminescent colours. I don’t see waterfalls of light or anything spectacular, but in my mind’s eye, Monday is orange, and May… continue reading »
14
Oct
Dancers swirled, their masks glinting in the firelight. They were metallic, haunting, sinister. Zara adjusted her headpiece, hoping nobody would recognise her under the painted papier mâché. She’d worked on it for weeks, lovingly lacquering it and adding fringes and bows. It was slightly garish, but the project had lifted her spirits and helped… continue reading »
14
Oct
Zara laughed. It was a glittery, rollicking laugh that bounced off the crystals in her cavernous shop. Treasure Hunt was always full of customers, and she took pride in the variety of handicrafts she sold. From items that cost a few dollars to heirloom pieces that had been lovingly restored, there was something for… continue reading »
12
Oct
I stood at the rim of the tidal basin as mist played hide-and-seek with trees in the far distance. Circular patterns dimpled the water, and rain slid over my skin. It was English rain: soft and delicate with a soothing, hypnotic scent. I’m so glad I came here, I mused, smiling. This place is… continue reading »
07
Sep
The owl swooped in a low arc, intent on the motorised rabbit whizzing along the grass. Her markings were like seashells: speckled and variegated and the colour of tiramisu. As the bird lifted her wings, I was struck by her beauty and the bond she shared with her smitten handler. Her eyes were perfect… continue reading »
23
Jul
‘Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the cleverest of them all?’ Violet said. ‘Why you of course,’ the little voice in her head dutifully replied. Wind trumpeted through the drainpipes as the old house creaked and groaned. Violet stood in the middle of the room and glanced at the silver locket which dangled… continue reading »
