Kathy    It comforts and depresses me, being home. The soggy seaside-ness of it all, the town suffering a life under siege from the ocean breeze. There’s a familiar flatness in the sky and the weather-beaten lady in the chippy still refers to me as “girl”.   I’m always wary when I turn the key in my mum’s front door - anxious about what awaits me. The years of my mother’s turmoil are now etched into her face. They pool  around her stomach in a cushion of unwanted fat. Her med

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I am singing in a low register. Tomorrow, it will be September. The north wind is bringing fall on the back of a storm. Everything is...

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A thin layer of snow glistened on the tree branches in the morning sun. Henry glanced at the snow but focused inwards, his thoughts on...

The smartest person in the room, McKenzie King, tugged at her pencil skirt and unconsciously puffed a breath from the side of her mouth...

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