Dante, writing

Beta Readers

I hunched over my keyboard, screwed up my face - and my courage - and clicked SEND. As soon as it was done, the blinking confirmation of my decision burning into the back of my retinas, I let out a sigh that was part nerves, part relief. “It’s done.” “You look like you just ate… Continue reading Beta Readers

Dante, writing

Father’s Day

“Do I smell bacon?” I looked up from the pan and directly into a pair of indigo eyes, blinking at me from inside my white kitchen tiles. “Yes,” I said, then lowered my spatula in warning. “But it’s not for you.” The rest of Dante’s face emerged from the tiling, his lips pulled into what… Continue reading Father’s Day

Dante, writing

Grocery Shopping

GROCERY DAY Fluorescent lights blazed overhead and I squinted against the glow, keeping my head down to avoid accidental eye contact. I stomped up to the twining line of trolleys and fought silently for my prize; a wonky-wheeled monstrosity with someone else’s soggy receipts at the bottom. It’ll do. Two steps into the supermarket, a… Continue reading Grocery Shopping

Dante, writing

Little Luna

In the quiet of early morning, the lighting soft and the world still sleeping, I stared down at a feathering of tiny baby lashes and felt my heart squeeze. I remember what it was like when my own children were this small; their tiny fingers, smooth skin and that intoxicating new baby smell. My brand… Continue reading Little Luna

Dante, writing

Four Weeks To Go

Scenery passed by in a blur of dappled light and shade, and I drummed my fingers mindlessly on the steering wheel as I hummed along to the music. “Boo.” “Ahhhh!” I tried to jump clean out of my chair, but was prevented (thankfully) by the seatbelt. After a moment to calm my racing heart and… Continue reading Four Weeks To Go