GAZUMPED

My mind is still split on whether or not I have it in me to inflict the amount of pain I know I’m about to on an innocent party who in no way deserves what is about to go down in the next half-an-hour or so. But I look at the poster-sized photograph of me and Dave on our wedding day hanging above the mantlepiece, through eyes that have shed their last tear over the decline of my mostly happy twenty-eight-year marriage. Those tears happened the whole time I was debating whether or not to go through with this conversation. The conclusion is yes, but I’m still fighting the urge to flee. Dave is going to be devastated. Read More …

LOVE ACTUALLY: A CONTINUATION FOR JULIET, PETER AND MARK

JULIET SIGHED WHILE turning her head to look at the sleeping form of her husband.  He was snoring. Again. She was okay if she fell asleep before Peter but on those nights when sleep took its time before claiming her his snoring kept her awake. It was always worse when he slept on his back so she gave him a soft kiss on the shoulder before giving him a gentle shove, urging him to roll on to his side. With a grunt he did and his snores morphed from foghorn to soft rumble. Juliet closed her eyes and rolled on to her back, but it was pointless; she was wide awake. Read More …

BITCH SLAPPED

Damn the police!

What did they expect? A full physical description? My attacker was female, mid-thirties… probably. She wore a hat and dark glasses. You try guessing age behind those two things. That description was the best I could do. Read More …

F#$K YOU!

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I shushed Michael to silence when I saw my home number come up as the incoming caller on my cell and lay back near naked on our hotel room bed. He gave me a little-boy-denied-a-sweetie look.

“Dave, darling, I was just about to ring you. I got into bed and just had to hear your voice again before I went to sleep.” Read More …

FAITHFUL: VAN1 ALTERNATIVE ENDING TO THE CLASSIC BY KCFirst

But then as I lay there the ceiling light seemed to penetrate my chest, accusing me and forcing my focus inward. I questioned my own behavior. Why, after all the emotional slaps in the face Molly had dished out, was I still here? I’d had my suspicions, four years’ worth, confirmed. Physical or emotional, did it really matter what type of affair they’d been having? Read More …

GONE IN A MATTER OF MINUTES 1: I SAW RED

In retrospect, I shouldn’t have come to my wife’s work Christmas party. For the last three days I’ve been on the bad end of a gastro bug. I’m only just beginning to get over it. Because of the bug I’ve missed work for two days and I can’t remember the last time that happened. I’m a contract shearer, if you’re interested. Read More …

CUSTODY OF ALICE

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Dave and Rebecca Brown, a couple married twelve years, were an hour and a half into their first tripartite, court ordered counselling session. Dave was only attending due to the strong insistence of his lawyer. Post nuptial agreements were a relatively new phenomenon in the legal system and Dave’s lawyer wanted every ‘i’ dotted and ‘t’ crossed. The previous ninety minutes had been dominated by talk between the counsellor and Rebecca, with Dave sitting, tight lipped, notebook and pen in hand. Periodically, he scribbled something on the pad. Read More …