Too late, You’re always late, Its late, I’m late, Too late…again.   Lateness is only as good as someone else’s ‘on timeness’. If they were late they might not know I was late. If they are on time then they will definitely know I was late.   So when you come from a family with no emotional intelligence and it really is too late to tell one of them that you love them, then it is too late.   It’s done, it’s dusted, there are no other opportunities. Bad luck, tough luck.   So it

Nina drove along the road and could see her old teacher who made her life miserable. She was so nasty that she made children wee their pants in fear. But wouldn’t you know it, if the spring on her right hand side wheel came missiling off, closely missing the car next to her.   Thank god it didn’t hurt the driver and her kids. The spring continued on its journey and went straight through her teacher’s chest.   ‘Oh there you go’ she thought to herself, ‘it was as if Nemesis...

It was one of those days in August in the southern hemisphere, at about 32 degrees latitude, where it was on the cusp of winter and spring. When the wind wasn’t blowing it was hot in the sun, but as the wind circled around, you could feel that slight bitterness of winter. She knew there was someone who needed her help. She felt it. She could feel it in her mind and wisping around her body like the breeze. She didn’t know who it was at this point. All she could do was stand on

Cath our boss, walked in to the office and said,   ‘Can one of you guys talk to Mark when he comes in today, about the job in Tamworth please? We need to ensure he has the crane sorted?’   I didn’t see anything wrong with what she said and just got on with my work waiting for Mark to turn up. Everybody else (of which we are all female) did the same.   A bit later on Mark the client walked in and said,   ‘Morning guys Cath told me I need to fill someone in on the issues with t

“Hey Jack, what seems to be the problem?” ”You’re doing an awful lot of coughing.” “I’m not sure, I just can’t seem to stop.” “It wouldn’t be bird flu, would it?” “Don’t be so ridiculous do I look like a bird?” “Well, actually, yes. We’re pigeons for God’s sake! Coo coo, cooety coo coo.”

I’m waiting to see the doctor and contemplating her comments about every issue I have relating to age. Oh dear here it comes. ‘Well yes your aches and pains are due to your age.’ ‘What?’ ‘Yes, as we get older our bodies just aren’t what they used to be.’ ‘Hang on how old do you think I am?’ ‘Oh well it doesn’t matter.’ ‘Do you really say that to someone who’s 20?’ ‘Oh well no.’ ‘Okay so stop putting every fucking issue I have down to age and listen to what I’m telling you?’ S

It was an old Stonebridge with arches and thick sides. It must’ve been 400 years old. It was ancient. She was told to come to the bridge and meet her boss.  It was a bit of a strange request but she knew her boss had been after her for years and she wanted to see if he actually fit the dropkick persona that she’d always given him. Maybe he was misunderstood and she was the only one that misunderstood him.   She walked up the side of the river as the winter rains had filled it

Lined up in our chairs, waiting to be butchered...I feel like I should know what it’s like to cut through someone’s skin with a scalpel. Instead I wait for my turn to be the butchered.   Should I have checked that the surgeon is actually qualified? Instead of just relying on seeing him in a fancy office and taking it for granted. Surely the fact I’m in a fancy hospital with lots of busy nurses running around is a good sign. Mind you I am always confident that I could perform

The children sat quietly, cross legged on the floor. They were small humans, not above 6years of age. Far from fully formed, but getting there. Fairly gullible, but that gullibility was gorgeous. Their teacher smiled inwardly at their cuteness.   She was explaining the photos of the animals in the wild. Some are called predators and some are called prey. The small humans looked at her with blank faces. So she went on to explain the difference in a slightly sanitized way.   “W

Ms Johns stood in front of her senior school English class. They were good kids in general. Keen and enthusiastic.   ‘Predator from the Latin Praedari, Praedat, Praedator. Meaning Plunder, Seized by Plunder, Plunderer. Yes Liam?’   ‘So Miss does our concept of a predator come from someone being a plunderer, therefore they take from others by force?’   ‘Yes Liam that is a very observant. They look for someone they can take from first don’t they?’   ‘Ok sure, they try to find s

She looked out the window and cried. She was in despair. Her life had fallen apart. He was gone. Gone, but not only out of the house, but out of her life and even out of the country. How could he do that to her.   He said he couldn’t take it anymore. Her endless demands, her endless selfishness, her endless righteousness and her endless self-obsession.   She couldn’t understand it. She knew, she knew more than him. She knew, she knew better than him. She knew, she knew she wa

We waited and waited…and waited and waited. His absence was noted and noted…and noted. Why were we always waiting for him?   His importance was great…in his own mind. His constant absence was great in our minds.   ‘What a cock’ Mike said.   ‘I’m over it’, Caroline said.   ‘He’s a Pratt’, Jean said.   We all fell quiet and waited some more.   ‘Why are we waiting?’ Elle queried.   ‘Because he has the key.’   ‘Oh right.’   ‘Well, let’s just break in.’   ‘Ok’, they all chimed.  

They stepped forward one and all to help where they could. The others couldn’t be there. They had a different purpose.   The monster that tore them apart, had pushed them together. It was big, it was cruel, and it was unrelenting.   Tiring days and late nights. They shared the knowledge that they were as good as the others, and that they could do what the others could do, and that they were equal or better than equal. They could do anything.   They toiled and they provided fo

She was to blame, the siren. It was her fault. She lured them into things they didn’t want to do.   They didn’t want to hit the rocks, but she made them do it.   They didn’t want to see other women, but she made them do it.   She was a siren, who gave them the excuse they needed to do what they wanted, but once it was done, they needed someone to blame and it was she the siren. She was to blame for their pathetic weakness.   She looked on with disgust. No accountability, no r

Why is nature so cruel?   Who knows. But is it?   I don't think so.   Take the trees. They aren't cruel. Take the sea. It's only cruel if you're in it when you shouldn't be. Take the sun. Nope only if I get sunburnt, but that would have been my own stupid fault anyway. Ahh take the animals…only really if you're the prey, or if you're a cat. Cats are definitely cruel and they are a composite part of nature. They’re congruous. Take the crows yep, they are; but most of all, and

The party was in full swing. Mark was dancing on the table as expected, Jo was sick in the corner, Cath was running around checking everyone was ok, John was lying on his back not giving a damn. Nothing different to usual. John was Cath’s husband and he was a lazy, controlling man. He called out to her to clean up after her friend Jo, then get him a beer. Cath did as she was bid. Others were there but they were sycophants. Sucking up to John because he was a minor TV celebrit

Impactful Destroying Loving Abusing Caring Soul Destroying Soul Creating Neglectful Supporting Cruel Kind Cold Emotional Manipulative Safe Sadistic Loved Why did you have me? Why did I have my child? I’ll not pass on what you gave me Your abuse was too much. Your love was absent. I’m glad you’re dead.

I watched as my old Aunt tottered across the living room.   ‘Do you want me to get it?’   ‘No, no, I’m fine.’   ‘Mmm.’   I’m not so sure, I thought to myself.   I watched as my old mum tottered around the local grocers.   ‘Do you want any help?’   ‘No, no, I’m fine.’   ‘Mmmm.’   I’m not so sure, I thought to myself.   The movements become slower, stiffer, more weary, cautious, and incredibly slow.   I wistfully watch out the window and consider the movements of time across ou

You raise me up to soar with eagles. I look down and think, ‘what the hell am I doing here?’ I see a flock of crows coming towards me like a squadron of attack jets. I’m out of here. It’s interesting that you think so highly of yourself that you think YOU raise me up!   I don’t need to be raised up by you. I have raised myself. If I want anymore raising it certainly won’t be with a bunch of eagles about to get attacked by crows. If anything…if I have to pick an animal, it cer

Ricci - A Minute Silence   The birds were calling, so free, nature’s law When the trenches were silent, The time was raw   Desolate and scared, we had time to think, Who would be next? Our lives on the brink, So don’t count the seconds, Think of what I say, When the trenches were silent, Dark descended on day.   The mud, the death, friend and foe, We went through the same thoughts, but we just didn’t know.   Think of us for a minute, Or a little longer, When the trenches were