• Romance

    Advent

    We met in a quaint coffee shop one quiet afternoon. The persistent sun shone through the oval window onto his table where he was reading a dog-eared P.G. Wodehouse. He was in his own world full of chuckles. As I dropped two sugar cubes into my flat white, he laughed deeply, dimples forming in his broad face. I stirred my coffee, and he laughed again, and again, until he glanced around, realising he was no longer in his own world full of chuckles, and spotted me. His dimpled cheeks reddened. I broke into an amused grin. We got to talking about Jeeves. Eventually, we made plans for a dinner date.…

  • 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…

  • Family,  Romance

    A Cushion Too Far

    “Frank!” I’m not talking to her. I am staying right here in my office until she gets rid of one. I have somewhere to sit in my office. One comfy leather chair. It’s not like I can sit in the living room. “Frank, you’re being ridiculous.” Scatter cushions. What are scatter cushions? What is the point of them? I hate them. Despise them. Or perhaps I’m missing something in my old age. Perhaps I need someone to explain to me what a sofa is used for. Because apparently, it isn’t something to sit on anymore. Not with all the scatter cushions in the way. Maggie came home today with four…

  • Family,  Romance

    Their Evening

    Pearl pink and pale yellow reflected in her wet eyes with every step she took. The salty smell of fish and chips and seawater drifted around like the boats on the still water. It was just the three of them. Sister. Brother. Mother. Like it had been for seven years. The colours in the sky were mixing, changing. And so were they. He watched as the plane left a crisp white path on the blue banner. They were about to welcome a strange face into their circle. Strange eyes. Strange hands. Even though they were adults, they felt like children. Seven years echoed in her thoughts. Seven. Now a new…

  • Friendship,  Romance

    Beauty in the Beach

    I met Kym at AA. She was a slim woman, with sharp cheekbones, dark velvety skin, and a soft smile. She captivated me. It wasn’t only her appearance, though. Her heart was good. Flawed, maybe, but good. The first week I met her, she told us her story, and I remembered that AA was a safe space, a space to heal. I could hardly walk up to her and ask, “would you like to join me for a coffee?” Of course, a woman like her never would’ve looked twice at a man like me. I wasn’t unattractive. I had hair the colour of dry sand, swept to the side, as…

  • Friendship,  Romance

    Love Lock

    We ate cheap bread. We moaned about lecturers. We said we’d jog at the start of each term. We didn’t. We drank too much. We worked through the night. We slept through the day. We ran on medicine. We travelled home with bags of dirty washing. We kissed. We argued. We made up. We fell in love. We said it would be forever. We didn’t do well at the end of our second year. We fell out. We spent time apart. We made up. We flirted. We danced. We cycled. We raced. We got warning letters from missed lectures. We argued. We ate noodles. We drank coffee. We were worn…

  • Family,  Romance

    Just Them Two

    Helen and cliff enjoyed the simple things in life. They woke at six every morning, read the newspaper with their breakfast, kissed each other on the cheek before leaving for work, met up for lunch in the park, the same spot as always, ate dinner together and caught up on their day, and after reading a book or watching the television, they would retire to bed. A life such as this to one eye could seem mundane, a rut they had built themselves over the years in their marriage. However, Helen and Cliff were happy. At times, they would squabble over the washing up or the wet towels discarded on…

  • Romance

    Blind Judgment

    I’m here, bang on time. He’s late. I’m keeping my composure, though. I’ve ordered myself a skinny flat white, found the cleanest seat I could, and have decided that this has worked out well for me. Yes. I haven’t had some me time in a while. I deserve it. I run a successful company. I don’t have time for childish games. If a man asks me to go out for a coffee with him, and I say, “fine”, I expect him to meet me on time. He doesn’t deserve me. A young waiter with a peculiarly shaped nose, too many freckles, and blushed cheeks strides over to me. “What do…

  • Romance

    The Girl I Love

    She had rich auburn hair that shone like stars in the night sky. There was a small cluster of light brown freckles on her nose, and her smile was bright like the moon. She was English. Her voice was soft, and she smelt of sun cream. She had always dreamt of coming to Greece. I wish it wasn’t just a holiday. We had a drink together when I was off duty, and I took her out for Greek cuisine the night after. She was here for one week, and I stole every chance I could to see her. Her blue eyes were full of passion, full of life. When she…