• Friendship

    Just a Piece of Furniture

    He sat on me every morning with his black coffee and newspaper, every afternoon with his cheese sandwich and lemonade, and every evening to watch the six o’clock news. He read to me, stories of adventure and wonder. He talked to me when the loneliness grew heavy and thick like a raincloud. He sang to me, sombre lyrics, jolly lyrics. Some rare days we didn’t see each other at all. He was my companion, and I was his. One afternoon, after a few bites of his cheese sandwich, he slumped so far into me, I could feel the weight of his entire life. He didn’t finish his sandwich. He sat…

  • Family,  Romance

    Patchwork Quilt

    Each field looked different, unique with its shape, colour, pattern, and like a carefully crafted patchwork quilt, every piece slotting together to form a united picture. The deep green hedgerows working alongside the pale fields, the soft lines interweaving with the rough, imperfect patches. The sky above us was warm, a shelter to rest under. Alice hadn’t moved her eyes off the quilt for some time. Nor had I. What was she thinking? Once upon a time, I might have known. Now, it was like deciphering the enigma code. Sometimes, I wondered why we got married at all. We had managed to stay together for ten years. Could we stay…

  • Family,  Romance

    His Smile

    The kids were driving me mad. Fighting. Yelling. Throwing. The potatoes boiled in the pan. Steam rose in my face. Another scream. My rage grew. ‘Will you…’ And then in he walked. A swagger really. A smile that quelled my rage. The dishes had piled up as high as the Mega Bloks towers in the lounge. The flat was stuffy, musty. It looked like I hadn’t done anything all day. But the look on his face said otherwise. He made my insides dance. Like each organ was doing their own jig. Warmth spread through me like butter melting on a hot day. He cradled the kids. He enveloped me in…