The end of an idea is drifting through my mind, irritating isn’t it. It is like the call or barkers in the market about the first or last of the fresh fruit, that if you listen becomes a meaningless rising and falling of stretched vowels and extended consonates, a tidal wave that you walk through, each sound causing tidal drifts of people to one…[Read more]
There you go again; you have just pushed through me and stepped on my idea. What is logical about your opinion that made mine irrelevant?
I have a proven track record and the strength of numbers: must I bring up again the number of times your ideas have crashed and burned. Pay homage to the power of position. You know people listen to me and…[Read more]
‘It doesn’t take much to let it ride. You can just cruise by, ignoring them, and the insults will be forgotten.’
‘That is not the point,’ he said. ‘They need to know the hurt they’ve caused; that they are wrong, that they cannot do that to people and get away with it.’
‘You don’t need to do that,’ she said as she stepped to the side trying to avoid him. ‘Thanks anyway.’
‘Why not: is there someone else who does this for you? Am I treading on someone’s toes, cutting someone else’s grass?’ He was dancing on his toes, stepping from one foot to the other, blocking her retreat.
‘I don’t like talk like that, just go…[Read more]
‘It’s time, cousin,’ Jason said.
‘Why are you being so creepy?’ she asked.
‘Here’s the gate,’ he said. ‘You’re plane’s ready to take off, you should get on board.’
‘Give Aunty Cassie my thanks; she was so sweet the whole time. I’ve had a lovely holiday.’ She smiled, but Jason’s face didn’t change. ‘She couldn’t help that her sons are…[Read more]
‘Have it all, I don’t care anymore.’
‘Just don’t come around later and say you want some.’
Her voice came at me as the screen door slammed behind me, the tone reminding me of a scratched record, the rising scratch of chalk dragged on a blackboard, the scratching sound of the sheets of tin on the roof rubbing away the itchy twists of the rising…[Read more]
“A picture?” she asked. ‘Could it just be an image? I haven’t had a photograph take in years.’
‘It is to be the companion to your bio; as long as what you choose is recognisably you, there shouldn’t be a problem. ‘
‘And there you go’ she said, ‘Stepping over the line.’ She looked distracted and frustrated, the colour in her face rising in…[Read more]
‘And then he goes and he edits it,’ she said, her sense of outrage palpable. Even seated across the table I could feel heat rising for her in waves like steam off fresh bread.
‘But, isn’t he your editor?’ I asked.
‘He’s changed it; he’s changed everything. It isn’t the same story. He even made the hero a man.’
‘This needs to change, and this; you don’t need this either.’
As she walked around the artwork she grabbed and drew out one swatch after another, moved and resized images, and changed the focus of this crafty piece of work I had lovingly collated.
‘I know you have done this before,’ I said. ‘But, I’m new to this work and want to make my own…[Read more]
Standing before the panel was intimidating, even though I knew each member individually in different capacities, having them grouped there on the other side of a desk was a cause of concern. For some reason I saw each of them pooling my weaknesses and flaws, ignoring my successes and achievements. That paranoid response was logically a reflection…[Read more]
‘I am about to dash out,’ she said.
‘This won’t take a moment.’
‘Well, I haven’t a moment, really.’
‘Hold on, you should be involved in this: the decision affects everyone.’
‘I am just dashing out quickly; tell me when I get back.’
‘You will not be happy.’
‘If it’s bad news it can wait. See you later.’
Wind and grey clouds, the trees in the central courtyard are bunching and pulling apart, the branches fragile as they move with and against the winds with the occasional loud crack as leaves and a branch rip loose flying away in a chaotic dance.
‘It wasn’t necessary to pick me up; I wouldn’t have missed the train The railroad runs just behind the house, I walk past the station every day.’
‘You never know what is around the corner,’ he said.
‘Don’t be creepy now. I’m not sure if you are looking after me or making sure I go. Mostly I think it is the latter. What are your plans for the…[Read more]
There had been wind for days, a prelude to Spring, but it had left leaves and branches scattered everywhere. The lawn and footpaths were buried and unnavigable, it seemed the wilderness had invaded this suburb; if left untouched it would prevail and humans would be barricaded behind obstacles unable to bond together to fight it back.
‘Don’t say another word, Just let it go. You’ve said enough.’
There was a marked silence left behind as she turned away. For a moment it echoed among the banging of cups and plates at the sink, slamming of drawers, the rapid gushing of running water, an expletive or two. As she moved around the kitchen surrounded by this percussion, the hollow…[Read more]
‘What made you go prissy all of a sudden?’
‘I think it’s time you went,’ she replied.
‘You see what I mean? What is it with the verbally weighted words?. Went? If I went, you would know I have gone and would remember me.’
‘I’m remembering not to ask you around again.’
My mind has had enough today, I want to sit in a corner, pull my hoodie over my head and zone out from the world. It is not that there is too much going on, it is that I can’t seem to clear my head and it builds and builds until everything is static. My whole body seems to be shutting down, I can barely type, the lights are going out on me too. If…[Read more]
The saying ‘everything rests on this’ is deceptive. Often when forces collide the outcome is unclear: the strongest does not always rise, the weak not necessarily buried, it takes a lot to stunt or demolished what has will and determination. It may be that accident and chance that drive the outcome where context and resilience are more strongly…[Read more]