Wanna come with? (Part 3)

This is a continuation of the part memoir, part short story that I started on Tuesday. He grinned at me again as he shifted effortlessly through the gears. Billy Squier was begging to be stroked, and I was in summer afternoon heaven. The scenery flashed past as we drove to the bluff. Closer to town,…

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Wanna come with? (Part 2)

This is a continuation of the part memoir, part short story that I started yesterday. It would be fair to say that I have never known a slower 72 hours to pass. I tried to distract myself with study – I had an English exam on Monday and Chaucer wasn’t the easiest of authors to…

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Wanna come with?

My post the other day about summer afternoons spent by the pool with my daughter has inspired me to think about summer and my misspent youth. This piece will end up (probably) being two or three pieces. It is sorta kinda true. The smell of coconut was overpowering, cloying. I didn’t mind, though, because the…

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The hardest thing

I had dinner with a dear friend tonight. I was a few minutes early so I organised the table. It got me thinking about the many women who dine alone in restaurants‚Ķ As a single woman dining alone, the hardest thing, believe it or not, is getting from the door to the table. The waiting…

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Last man standing

I rarely work late on a Friday night, but I know lots of people do. I often wonder if they think it’s worth it in the end. The afternoon light fades from a clear blue into the hazy blue of evening. Lights, pink and green and yellow, blink on in a coordinated symphony. Office workers,…

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A tiny tale of purple and red

Late spring is an almost perfect time in Adelaide. Bursts of heat are followed by mild days and the occasional drop of rain. At this time of year, the footpaths and roads are a sea of purple-blue as the jacarandas drop their spent flowers below. Petals, squashed and bruised and crushed underfoot, still call their…

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Today is not the day

I’m not a morbid person, but I have been thinking about death lately, specifically mine, and wondering how long I have left. I’m thinking about it. Not every second of every minute thinking about it. Rather, it will pop into my head every few days and I’ll examine it. I’ll turn it over in my…

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Hot summer afternoon

It’s been a hot couple of days in Adelaide, and it got me thinking about how I used to spend hot days when my daughter was young. I wrote this piece from her perspective. I hope she remembers it this way! My mother had definite ideas about what to do on a hot summer afternoon….

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Broken

Breakups are always a source of inspiration for writers. This one happened quite a few years ago, but I’ve never written it from *his* perspective! He drummed his fingers tips on the table. Nerves were getting the best of him. Outside, rain fell in sheets, impenetrable like the night that was closing in around the…

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Running along the Torrens on a late spring evening

I run regularly along the linear park, which is more or less adjacent to the River Torrens. Tonight’s run inspired this piece. I lace on my shoes, strap on my GPS watch and head out the door towards the river. The heat from the afternoon has dissipated somewhat, but it’s still warm. I ease into…

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