Like any self-respecting cubbyhole, this one was dark and oppressive. I was determined though; I’d stand tough this time…
… until the fire-snakes appeared.
I screamed; ‘It’s me, mum. I broke the vase!’
Tag Archives: Family
How to: Domestic Squabble
‘Did you do the dishes?’ — ‘Your bed is still unmade!’ — ‘Clean. Up. Your. ROOM!’
Always think before you speak. One…Two…Three…Ten. Deep Breath. Great! Now go ahead and shout her head off its hinges!
What Batman Said to Sour-face
A young woman is slumped on an armchair. Grey bags sprout under her eyes by the second. In a hoarse voice she hollers sentences to the elder woman sitting next to her. The older woman sits propped on a chair, her behind at the very edge of the seat, her head is cocked to one side, pushing her ears as close as they would go to the monitor standing on a low table before them, albeit the fact that the speaker is on a chair on the opposite side of the table. Continue reading
The Venomous Beast
Daily Prompt: Perspective – Write about the last disagreement you had with a friend or family member — from their perspective.
The beast came at me freakishly fast. Its gnarled teeth were exposed, its jaw unhinged, saliva drooping, it was ready to swallow me whole. I threw potions at it that puffed ineffectively at its feet. I threw knives, arrows; they bounced off like toothpicks. I needed my axe. But I lost my axe fighting the Ice Troll at Drak Tharon Keep. Oh, what I would have given for that axe!
The beast was still coming. Continue reading
Lover, Sister, Daughter
‘Tis the time of heart palpitations and declarations of overt love, and yet, despite my four-year old relationship with my man the things that make my heart skip a beat are not what one would probably expect.
So what makes my heart flutter, and miss that periodic thump? Continue reading
The Sweet, Alluring Smell of Paper
In this day and age, where everything is online, small and mobile, I still refuse to buy me a kindle. I can see the convenience of it; reading using one hand, comfortable in bed, whole body under the covers, just one arm freezing on the outside — out of the sheltered warmth of the thick quilt — with no need to shift positions when a page needs tending to. But knowing all this, I still stick faithfully to the old paperback. Continue reading
Martyrdom is a BITCH
The day was searing hot, the kind of suffocating heat that only the Mediterranean can conjure before nine o’clock in the morning. The children were dragging their reluctant feet away from the beach at their backs and towards a set of old staircase at the top of the hill. Continue reading
Walking on Egg Shells
Today the WordPress Daily Post asked: “It’s never a good idea to discuss religion or politics with people you don’t really know.” Agree or disagree?
I would say that it is never a good idea to discuss either subject with people you do know. Especially with my grandmother. Had Granny Eve lived five hundred years ago her career of choice – given the option was available to women back then – would have been Inquisitor, the Spanish variant that is. Continue reading
“EXTER-MI-NAAATE!”
Last night while I was sleeping a Dalek came to visit. He was tall and his silhouette was the shape of a dark man standing one foot away from my bed. He did not look like a Dalek at all, but I knew he was because he said, “EXTER-MI-NAAATE!” He said it several times in that monotonic and unrelenting voice his race usually adopt. I wasn’t afraid of him either. In fact I was only confused. Continue reading
What Shakespeare Might Have Meant
I heard my stage call and began my role
In the play that comes with no lines or plot.
Act the first started. I drowned in holy love;
And burdened by duties I was
That would win me heaven when the curtain falls.
Sandra's scribbles 