With a deafening bang, the balloon popped. Blue confetti fall like sparkling rain. My dad fist-pumps Jacob. Mum’s nails dig into my arm. Jacob’s parents pump our hands.
Category Archives: Short story
The Secret Keepers
Waves pummel the beach, lashing the sand as the sea rushes to claim me. I squeal and race up the steep, winding path to the cabin. As I scramble to the top of the cliff, black clouds open and lightening streaks across the sky. “Maggie, Maggie,” my mother demands, her voice carried away by theContinue reading “The Secret Keepers”
Thirty reasons why
Claire’s knees scream in protest; the cold concrete unforgiving. Groaning, she stands and pulls three stacked shoe boxes toward her. Envelopes and papers fall out as she stumbles backwards, her foot hitting the edge of an old rake, its handle falling forward and clunking her on the head. “Ouch,” she cries, rubbing the spot atContinue reading “Thirty reasons why”
The in-between
It was standing room only. Every seat taken. I always wondered who would turn up, but I never thought I would find out. Family, friends, neighbours, and colleagues gathered to say farewell. I recognised faces from my school and university days.
Playing with the boys
She’s late. Drumming my fingers on the steering wheel I sneak a look at my fingernails. Chewed. To the quick. It’s a bad habit I’ve tried to kick. One my male colleagues like to comment on. They enjoy critiquing my appearance. My hair … my breasts … my clothes … my bum …. my make-up.Continue reading “Playing with the boys”