Another week and I’m heading from Sydney to Perth for business. It’s a flight that normally bores me because it takes so long; I’d prefer to be doing anything other than be stuck on a plane. Working my way slowly through security, I get a sixth sense that someone is looking at me. Naturally, I look at the security staff expecting it to be one of them, but it isn’t. I scan behind me in the line and make eye contact with a...

It was a long day at work and my 3:30 cigarette break was well deserved. I walked to my spot, around the back of the building where there was this little underpass beneath a walking bridge. It was an older bridge, and the logs that made its floor were spaced wide enough apart to see through from underneath but made it so that above you couldn't see through due to the lighting difference. You had to know that there was a p...

I didn’t really know Lisa that well. She was a girl that I used to work with and with who I always got along well. She was divorced with two kids and was an attractive girl. Stocky of build and with a ready smile, as if that wasn’t enough her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes always grabbed my attention. I’d left the company where we worked together, but she was relatively local, and I would occasionally see her and e...

I woke to hear my alarm clock radio telling me the weather forecast for the next district, having just missed my district. The weather forecast should come on just after I get out of the shower, so I can then decide what I need to wear for the day. But it should not be already on when I wake up. I had slept in again, and I was running at least twenty minutes late.I quickly dived into the bathroom, getting the shower runni...

For Frank Grayton, twenty-seven-year-old journalist and hopeful author, the idea of coincidence was something that he might cover in a news story, but he would swear it never happened to him. He was no great believer in fate either, but sometimes circumstance can turn beliefs upside down. The circumstance of him being at a horse race meeting was a rare one. It was not a sport that Frank normally favoured, but his friend L...

The wind caught Cheryl’s map as she tried to orient herself to the little town. She knew that almost everyone had cell phones with navigation on them, but she still had an old non-smart flip phone; the kind where you had to push the numbers several times to just get one letter when texting. Needless to say, she didn’t text much either. She had pretty much pinpointed her sister’s cabin on the map; her final destination. Sh...

CHAPTER 10 Her tears ran riot for the entire hundred miles back to Phoenix. Her husband would be out of town for the next two days—a sudden business something or other—but he was on the cell and ready to join her on a moment’s notice if she needed him. He’d promised her that. She would wait to talk to him though. She very much needed to talk to her parents first anyway, and Sam’s dad too. When she talked to her husband sh...

And if I watch you, maybe you will noticeFeel the weight of my stare and turnAnd maybe you will smile and recognise somethingUnspoken and unnamed And if I kiss you, maybe you will kiss me backGraze me with your hard fingers and soft tongueTrace me in morning sunlight and evening moonlightBlurred edges defined beneath your hands And if I love you, maybe you will love me tooWe will wrap each other in warmth and contentmentG...

The restaurant car rocked gently upon the gradual alpine track as the most famous of steam trains snaked its way up through the mountain range.  It's elegantly dressed occupants lost to the murmur of conversation and laughter as fine dining gave way to after dinner drinks.Small table lamps provide a soft, intimate warm glow so in contrast with the darkness outside.  My business acquaintance having already retired, I elect...

Laundry Room Confessions I can't keep this a secret for one minute longer! If I don't spill my guts and confess my saucy secret, I'll burst for sure. Thank Heavens you are here for me to share my story with!.... It was last fortnight when I was unceremoniously "dumped" by my so-called man of two years. Initially it would be fair to say I was rather upset, after all, nobody likes to be told " Hey, I don't want to be with y...

“Okay. Seven Card No-Peak. How does that go again?” I asked. “I thought you’d remember, Roberta,” said Patrick. “We’ve played this before.” “I know, but it’s been such a long while. Indulge me. Please. If I’m betting my ass on a game I’d really like to be reminded how to play it.” “Well, if you insist,” Patrick said with a little smile. “You get seven cards, all face down, and you can’t look at them. We turn over the top...