150 words #9

150 words #9

The man we meet on the beach tonight talks longer than most. When he turns to face me I get a hint of his afternoon. Riesling probably, or perhaps moselle. First he asks us about our dog (the obligatory, ‘Is he an oodle?’) then tells about his, the two he has, the...
150 words #8

150 words #8

I’m not sure what to tell you about today which, like all days, began with so much promise and which, like most, ended with there being no real change. My boy did help me to clean up the kitchen and I tried to remember to thank him for taking out the rubbish and...
150 words #7

150 words #7

We sat at the kitchen table to fill in his university enrolment. I had started a new skirt, laid the fabric (folded edge-to-edge) across the table, the pattern pieces on top. I didn’t know the offers were out, enrolments suddenly urgent. He pushed the fabric away as...
150 words #6

150 words #6

It was hot at Christmastime, the moon was full and we slept with the windows open. This is the room where I slept when I visited my new boyfriend on university vacations, the room where he slept as a child. We sleep now—middle-aged and married—with no midnight trysts,...
150 words #5

150 words #5

I spent yesterday doing little more than breathing and playing bananagrams. An excellent way to start the new year, and I hope to find a few more days like that before January is over. There were wattlebirds singing yesterday afternoon. I don’t love the sound of the...
150 words #4

150 words #4

This year I resolve to blog at least often enough that I don’t have to reset my password every time I want to blog. I’m wondering whether 150 words isn’t a little restrictive … perhaps I should put it up to 250? Or maybe I should go up in increments. One hundred and...