Pay Day by Anna Dempsey
The man leans close to the glass and loudly recites his employee identification number. The cashier types in the eight digits then studies the screen. “Zero citations, The Store has issued you…
The man leans close to the glass and loudly recites his employee identification number. The cashier types in the eight digits then studies the screen. “Zero citations, The Store has issued you…
If you were at the café around the corner last night you would have overheard an extraordinary conversation. Not that you would’ve intended on eavesdropping, but considering the close proximity between the…
The day my oldest son ran away from home, a wedge-tailed eagle took up residence in his room. Nobody knew where it had come from, or where he had gone. Wedge-tailed eagles…
When the Lady B. entered a room, she drank up all the air, smiling the while like she didn’t know what she was up to. The boys went to her first, then…
It wasn’t about anything he did. How he had to have his ties organised in their own special drawer, coiled up like sleeping snakes in a gradient of colour. How he had…
I misuse the word. After bantering, you lug a fat dictionary from your desk, riffle the pages, offer me a stage whisper sigh, and begin reading the definition of ambivalence. “Oh,” I…
You often scroll past photos of him with his children. The youngest, a mischievous daughter, yanks at his patchy beard. The oldest, a confident son with a cowlick, makes light of his…
Mum never calls. It’s an unspoken rule since I left home. It’s down to me to call and I do so, on Sundays, generally late afternoon. Phone in one hand, cloth in…
I don’t know if you’ll understand why I’m so bothered, it’s just that I take great issue with your billboard on the side of Interstate 4: GATOR-RAMA….FLORIDA CITRUS FOR SALE….FEED LIVE BABY…
I lived as though life didn’t accumulate. Now that I turn sideways to get my baggage through the door, I see that I was wrong. I told myself it wasn’t self destruction…
You learnt about force at school last week, how mass and acceleration combine to create impact. Like your heel-toe trail in the sandy track from the beach up to your house. TJ…
I need a word for standing still. Something to remind me of the way longing pushes me forward. Prop. Short for propeller, your nickname for me. I prop you up the way…