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6 Aug

Lighten up.

27 Jul

There” she said, “that looks perfect with your minimal colour palette”. She tilted her head to one side, narrowing her eyes. “Actually…you know I think you could go a shade lighter”.

Emma bent double to reach the Dior sample under the counter. “Try this”, she straightened up, “Scarlet is so on-trend”.

Why didn’t these people wear colour, she wondered. There’s so much black here you’d swear someone had died.

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.

Keep trying.

17 Jul

Getting rear lift was no trouble at all, but front and rear at the same time was hard. She knew she had all night, but the moon was high and she still wasn’t off the ground. Sometimes she thought she was juuuuuust about there….but no, she was on the grass again.

So far, she was a Faerie Failure.

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.

Avoid moderation.

4 Jul

The most surprising thing about the custard was the way it felt between her toes. She liked the warm silkiness of it, and the soft,  burping sounds it made when she moved. After an hour she climbed out and took a shower.

He took her locker key. “Are you ready to try it without the robe?”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready”.


Don’t take it personally.

25 Jun


Learn to swim.

21 Jun