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

Rambling

Welcome To My Life

I woke with the sudden and uncomfortable understanding that I was not alone. Blinking into the darkness, I threw a cautious arm across the bed. Nothing. From outside the bedroom, the softest crinkle of the holland blinds, made by fingers pushing them furtively aside. I peeled back the quilt and rolled out of bed, shambling… Continue reading Welcome To My Life