I sit on the laundry room table, putting on my nail toenail strips while waiting for your laundry to dry. The last time I borrowed your shower because mine keeps needing repairs, I saw your laundry basket full and insisted I pay you back by washing your clothes. Of course, you refused, gave me the "I didn't have to repay you." I smile as I press th...
The night was a silver-grey. The moon was full and glowed a deep buttermilk. I was walking down a street somewhere in a dream land. I knew I was dream-walking; I knew I was asleep, not really surprised after the week I've had, been a painter/decorator for over thirty year's and it's not getting any easier. I felt light and carefree. There were no rules for m...
I woke from the snooze with the last of the sun peaking through the window but Jim was absent. I looked around for him and heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. Jim poked is head around the door and said, "Fancy a bath?" "Thank sounds great." I replied The bath was big with the taps in the centre of one side so two people could recline in com...
Your washing machine has broken, and it's the weekend - nobody wants to come out to fix it, and you make an appointment for someone to come and look at it the next day. The problem is, you are going out to dinner with your friends the next day, then on to a club for drinks, and your favourite outfit needs cleaning. You have a pile of other stuff that needs...
Sandy was hot, the weather had been intense the last few days and she was in a pair of dirty gardening shorts and a tank top. Her boyfriend was working on the garden, mowing the lawn and preparing the flower beds for the new plants they intended buying the next day at the nursery. It was a balmy Saturday afternoon, and the town where they lived was relative...
With the windows clean and shiny, Becky felt a bit accomplished. Her moment of slight joy was soon to be dashed. "They look good on this side, now we need to clean the other sides." Megan informed Becky as she went to the back door. "Hurry up, go any slower and I may have to just start sending some pictures out now!" She yelled before Becky could even argue...
Arising from my bed with a massive stiffy, I open the curtains, letting my knob end brush against the cold wall on this bright, late spring morning. Timing it just right, the first sighting of the day is Karen from up the road, swaying seductively from her front door to her BMW Z3. Its sleek silver lines are parked right in front of my place and from my firs...
Her arthritic aged hands reach feebly toward the pink box. “Thank you hun, you’re such a sweetheart,“ Grandma Wendy says. “Welcome Gammie,“ Lisa replies as she twiddles her fingers in preparation to tear into a gift of her own. My wife stands there focused as a hawk with camera in hand. She waits for the perfect Kodak moment to pop up. I am not here right...
'I'm just telling you that you need to get your shit together,' Ali said as Martin dropped into the back seat of the taxi, beside her. 'Me? Are you nuts, I'm not the one that pulled that shit on the plane,' he nearly shouted. 'Uhh, where to?' the taxi driver repeated, doing a poor job of not eavesdropping. Ali held Martin's gaze and cocked her head charm...
A loud howl rang out across the forest, reaching into a small cottage in the center of a well hidden clearing. The sound jolted Abby from her sleep, groaning she rolled to her feet and rubbed her green and yellow eyes, glancing at her clock she frowned, it read 2am. Squinting out her window into her bright moonlit back yard she sighed, the same call had been...