Switch

Her love was on a dimmer switch. Fading from light hard and bright and long, it disappeared with a click that broke his heart.

Well

After a day at the pit, she salted the well with her tears. They drank all she dragged home and wanted more. She cried again.

– A rose by any other name…
– What are you on about?
-I ‘m saying, it don’t matter what it’s called…
– I am NOT eating a dognut!

Same again pal.
Here you go.
Cheers. And again.
No worries.
Make the next one a double.
She gone again?
Aye. Gone for good.
Aye.

I was asked to cast my idea net wide, to pull in the stars that sparkled, the sequinned confetti on the breeze. I was asked to.

Night in the urban park. Footsteps following. The owl screech was sharpened rusty knife sharp. The rusty knife though was silent.

Many years ago today S got married. Too young, too hasty, to the wrong person. No cake, no candles or cabaret. That was then. Things change.

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PLEASE STOP POSTING TO MY FEED

In the land that prized gold as the colour of eyes, Jaime was a mystery. Eyes the colour of fire that burnt forever. She saw it.

The golden flecks that shone through her mum’s hair were real gold. Her dad was a barber and said so. So why did he keep working?