So I Get Up And Wander Around

Elusive Morphia is running late for this evening’s date. I’ve rolled over and left room for her. She favours others, I fear. My choices waver between soothing my heart with soulful tunes by those who’ve been ‘stood up’ or turning the radio on and listening to rambling interviews. I’ll risk missing her wave tunneling through […]

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS
 #1:Microwave Lightbulb Envy

The light comes on. It illuminates a silhouette. Ping. Then sounds of plastic wrap and things being moved around. A burp. Then the microwave door closes. Another night-time raid is successful…. The digital clock works but the light has failed. It died some time ago and we couldn’t work out how to get to it […]

ON COVETING

From the verandah’s dark recess Jason eyes Eveline’s scallop-edged petticoat, coveting the pristine broderie anglaise. He nervously gnaws at the skin inside his cheek. Her hands never stop moving. She chatters to the tall man, a marionette guided by a long-limbed puppeteer. Jason feels the lightness of her tethered passing as a butterfly’s wing, hovering […]

THE REJECTS

In the outbuilding Jason collects the body parts. He lines up arms and legs, disembodied heads and the soft padded material pillows of once plump bodies. They have come from loving arms and warm beds to Widget tip’s recycle centre via times and places called neglect. The back of the wardrobe. The crate in the […]

THE FORGOTTEN DOLLS

Jason brought the abandoned girls home from work. They had dirty faces and clothing that looked like it had seen better days. He showed them forgotten kindnesses. On winter nights he gathered them near the fire’s searing warmth. He melted their reserves. They quickly became his obsession. He recorded them, photographing them in various poses […]

WIDGET’S DOLL MUSEUM

The old house has creaky bones and shifts on its timber stumps when the southerly winter winds creep around the eaves. Inside rooms between deep verandahs and central hallway, the dolls huddle on dusty shelves. Glazed eyes wobble behind glass cases, porcelain limbs clutching flags of different nations. The material, faded where the sunlight slides, […]

THE COLLECTOR

Eveline stamps her feet impatiently on the concrete steps, dislodging damp grass, her shins tingling. Daddy has promised her a morning with the beautiful ones, the ladies with the pale faces and ringlet hair done up in bows and bonnets. They whispered to her from rosebud mouths, the faintest swipe of rose petal hued paint […]

Stolen Honey In The Cemetery

I couldn’t leave you in peace, lying prone in the graveyard, covered in leaves, silent and alone. Jettisoned plastic flowers made a bridal bouquet. Touching edgy letters in granite and lichen etched marble had me humming tunes from stage musicals. The angels looking down drew the short straw. Posing beatifically all day is a drag. […]

A LONG WEEKEND IN WIDGET

Unzippering the main street, the motorbikes with modified mufflers throb into town and congregate at the local waterhole. Outnumbered by black leathers stretched over bellies, locals retreat to corners and shadows to contemplate custom and sip beers. Amongst the stovepipe thin are those that sport dark denim slung under verandahs that middle aged men acquire, […]

WAITING IN WIDGET

A bookish woman, Rosie conserved city manuscripts on weekdays and returned to Widget on weekends. An only child, her mission: to be wooed by the postmaster. They wandered the cold streets discussing most things, turning back before it was too late or dark. Reluctantly alone, she’d wend her way to her late parent’s timber-clad shack […]