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Go to the park.

25 Jul

The kids had no clue she still smoked. She took her last puff waiting for them to turn the corner from the bus, and had time to hide the evidence before they walked in. She’d chuck the butt in the bushes and suck a Tic Tac while she made afternoon tea.

“We had the Health Bus today”, said Callun.

“The preppies have got baby chicks in their room” remarked Ava, “They’re all colours”.

“That’s nice. Why don’t you and your brother take this and go down to the 7 eleven. We’ve run out of cordial”.

She watched them till they were out of sight, and then lit up a smoke. She loved her day alone at home.


Eat the green jelly.

23 Jul

The stain on his tongue was a dead giveaway but he didn’t care. Green jelly crystals, straight out of the packet and as dry as a nun’s nasty. He couldn’t get enough of them.

They glowed fluorescent and irresistible. Raspberry, lemon, and orange were no good…just sorry stand-ins. Pretenders to perfection.

Every night in the pantry, he fed his dark side.

One at a time.

19 Jul

She liked to catch leaves before they could reach the ground, and make a wish on each one. When the wind blew stronger from the South, there were more falling leaves than she could save.

She cried, “I wish they would fall more gently and give me a chance to rescue them all!”.

The wind died down, and she was able to reach each leaf until the the branches were bare.


Try Tinder.

18 Jul

“Stillness, please“, said the Master, and tapped his palette.

“Forgive me”.

“You are Eve of all Eves, Virgin of all Virgins. Show me a pure countenance” he said, “and pray do not look so wanton”.

How could she sit quietly? She was tormented. What would he feel when he saw her? Would he love her…and yearn for her hand? It would be a long year but she would be patient.

Praise the saints among us.

15 Jul

Sometimes at night, between three and four she called out. The city was dark and mostly silent…empty. “OY!” she’d yell, “GOTHAM CITY”, and “I KNOW WHERE THE ANGELS ARE”.

There were halos around the lights, and someone sang a song for her nearby. God bless, God bless us all.

Wear waterproof mascara.

14 Jul

Sonia headed for the ladies’ loo after the first round of speeches. Entree dishes were being cleared, as more like-minded women pushed back their chairs and grabbed their sequinned clutch purses. She led the pack.

She saw a familiar look in the mirror…always there after a few champagnes. A blank, fixed stare saying, “What am I doing here?”. 

It was hard to break the spell, but if she didn’t blink soon her mascara would run.

Learn CPR.

12 Jul

Shit happens, and it wasn’t like she could have done anything. They all got themselves worked up over nothing, really. She did make the call for the ambos, and kept an eye out for them near the front window. In the end, it is what it is and they’re all going to have to get over it.

Eat local.

11 Jul

He liked Pho for lunch. Every day for three months he walked the two blocks from his practice and ordered the same thing. He always ordered Pho…but every time, every time he imagined saying, ‘Fee Fi Fo Fum’. He didn’t say it because he knew he would have to explain Fee Fi Fo Fum to Danh while people waited behind him. Nah.

On his last day in Saigon he gave Danh the last of his local coins, “I’ve enjoyed your Pho very much, thank you”.

“Yes, yes…FEE FI FO FUM, hahahahahaha! Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman”.

Keep an eye on them.

7 Jul

It was tough turning the snags and keeping an eye out for Sandra. He wasn’t sure what she’d gotten up to but it couldn’t be good. Sandra was always a moll when friends were over…dressed like a moll, acted like a moll, pissed as a moll, the whole bloody caper. In a minute he’d go looking for her. Ethan walked up.

“You need a hand with with those? Sandy’s in the pool starkers”. “Nah” he said, “She’ll keep”.

Now, at least he knew where she was.

Beware the undertoad.

3 Jul

She kicked, and kicked harder. She wasn’t sure…but she could feel something move beneath her. Swimming in fresh water was hard.  She wished she was at the beach instead of swimming alone at the pond, wearing her mother’s old two-piece. The water was cold and so, so dark.