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Adulting

Adulting - R&R Ramblings

Sally stepped into her apartment, leaned her bike against the wall and dumped her backpack onto the floor. ‘Mum, Dad, Sis and your latest boyfriend, and Mr. Jamieson my school principal, and who are you?’

‘The lady at the local milk bar.’

‘Thought you looked familiar. Why are you all sitting in my living room?’

‘Good question.’ The little old lady looked to those seated in fold-up chairs. Continue reading “Adulting”

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Mirrored

Mirrored - R&R Ramblings

Was she

worth knowing

the beautifully tragic

miming merriment faker

riding her own merry-go-round

silently suffering for her showground crowd Continue reading “Mirrored”

Time

Time - R&R Ramblings

The cold floor beneath her feet was invigorating as she skipped with the taste of freedom coursing through her veins. With one step after the other, her smile grew wider. The scents of sweet fresh air, the view of trees and flowers in the garden were brimming with life and colour. So unlike the flowers she’d watched wither away, and now no longer needed.

She waved to the nurses at the counter. Giggled at the cheeky orderlies who brought Continue reading “Time”

Illumination

Illumination - Rural Romantic Ramblings

Dear Neighbour

Fourteen days ago (Monday, 5:40am) it was requested you temper your new outdoor front lights that beam into the neighbour’s property. In case you’re unaware from your tower in the sky, these new lights illuminate the following areas of the neighbouring property: the entire backyard and beyond Continue reading “Illumination”

Passer’s Parade

Passer's Parade

Stuck in peak hour traffic under a sweltering summer sun, the radio rambled about the traffic jam ahead. Everyone waited inside their vehicles that lined up like a disjointed snake sleeping along the highway. When the sound of a bee-buzzing whine grew louder, reminding me of a toy airplane that never takes off.

In the side mirror’s reflection, I spotted Continue reading “Passer’s Parade”

Sea-Found

Sea-found - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

I was

sliding over sand

in an upturned seashell

like a lighthouse tossed into the midnight sea, Continue reading “Sea-Found”

Squeezed

squeezed - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

“You won’t do it.” He shook his head as he leaned his shoulder against the door frame.

“Watch me.”

“I’m trying not to.”

“I’m freaking doing this, okay?” Her feet numb, unable to look at her painted toenails, her legs like meat squeezed into sausage-skins that spilled out at the ends. Continue reading “Squeezed”

Not Mine

nOT mINE - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

“Sorry, Sir, but your bill is now sixty days overdue.”

“Not mine. How did you get this landline number, its unlisted?” Continue reading “Not Mine”

Guilty

Guilty - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

Red-rimmed eyes darted at each new arrival. She licked down-turned lips, her chin quivered and skin splotchy. Shoulders stooped from her white knuckled arm grip as she sunk in stature to stare at her shoes.

Was she sad? Scared? Or wearing her own brand of guilt? Continue reading “Guilty”

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