Thursday fragments 14

I told Mum the bruise on my face was from a soccer ball. Later I found out the nurse had rung her that day and told her all about it, but I never told Mum about the fight or the teasing, or how much my chest still hurt from that punch. It was still sore…

Leo moon

The Leo moon watches me, catching autumn leaves, like when I was a child, delighted by their changing colours, myriad shapes that sparkle as brightly as stars in the sky; for a moment I study the leaves gathered in my tiny hand, the changing seasons pass me by so quickly, I long to name each…

People from the past

People from the past are seen through layers, blurred like ghosts crying in stillness; ancient fragments hidden in dark corners of my restless mind; will I know you when we meet again? how changed with time will those memories compare to the beauty of the twilight that lives in my dreams

Thursday fragments 10

Extracted from Molly’s Dreams which is available on Amazon When I first started school I felt very important as I got dressed in my new school uniform, although my feet hurt from those shiny black leather shoes. I was wearing a pale blue checked pinafore and I had a little school port to carry my lunch and a…

Thursday fragments 8: Christmas

When Christmas Eve came I could hardly get to sleep. Mum sent me to bed early but I just lay there trying to hear the sound of Santa’s sleigh on the roof. Every now and then I would sneak out to the lounge room to see if Santa had been yet. ‘Molly! Get back in…

Thursday fragments 7

The bell rang at the end of lunchtime detention and I packed my bag and joined the rush in the hallway to get to class. It was maths again. I wished I didn’t have to do maths on my birthday, but I opened my book and tried to listen to the teacher explaining something about…

Thursday fragments 5

The clock on the classroom wall was ticking so slowly that I thought detention would never end. I tried to write about Stephen in my journal, but each time the pen in my hand shook and the words just stopped. Instead, I wrote about the book ‘My Friend Flicka’. I had started reading it when…