Aimless_Piano Blues_Band-Aids Are For Babies_Closing Time
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Aimless
AimlessSo boring. No one her age. Already run out of books. Less to do than being at home. Sandra felt her feet get heavy in loose beach sand as she tried to dispel inertia by taking a walk. That’s what her mum said, ‘Sandy! For God’s sake go for a walk.’ Without missing a beat folding towels, not making eye contact. ‘Get out and find something you enjoy. Nature is therapeutic you know.’ Why the hell did her mum think therapy was required?What is so special about miles of sand, thick coastal Banksias growing almost to high water lines? She gave up May Gibbs Big Bad Banksia Men, ages ago. Spen...
Piano Blues
“I suppose you two will be next down the aisle,” Jessie smirks. “Jessie! We’ve only been going out for two months!” Leah shuts her down quickly, but she glances at me, gauging my reaction. “Sorry! Did I embarrass Luke?” Sounds like she hopes so. “But you have to admit, you’re moving pretty fast.” “No-one else has mentioned it,” says Leah. She still sounds annoyed. “Well the rest of the family are so stuffy, they wouldn’t. I’m the only one who speaks my mind!” I want to speak my mind but manage to hold back. Leah’s cousin Jessie is one of those loud-mouthed, “all in good fun” types. I can’t co...
Band-Aids Are For Babies
Lyla Magda and I lay sprawled out on Lyla's turquoise sectional in her spacious entertainment room. There were various modes of entertainment to choose from. A 50-inch flatscreen was mounted on the wall; programmed with any channel or movie you wanted to watch. There was fuse ball, a pool table, a VR station, a scrabble table (my personal favorite), and a recording studio where you could make a video to the song you were swww.onedoor.ccinging off karaoke.Lyla was checking her food delivery apps to see who was delivering with a discount. Lyla could eat and was always hungry. High metabolisms ran in her famil...
Closing Time
It had been three months since the porce was final. Had to move out of the house that we planned on growing old together. Been living in an apartment downtown, not ideal but it’s all I could afford. It was all my fault really, no one to blame but me, yet I’m still sore. “Are you coming tonight?” That's what she said, In her soft, sweet tone.I had met her a few weeks prior, at a work event, a Christmas party. She came into the room with all the confidence in the world. Her jet-black hair, loose down her shoulders, contrasting with her white blouse. Her lips’ the color of cherry, always wearing ...