Shopping sounds fun. Shopping with your newly-corporeal and more-annoying-than-you-realised best friend? Not so much.I lean on a railing to watch Bertie stamp around, barefoot on the deck, testing her balance. The ferry rides the swell with experience. Bertie, however, does not.My best friend’s enthusiasm for the physical realm springs from the fact she was an … Continue reading On the Boat
Dear Wendy, How are you? I’m good but sad you moved far away. We really miss you here. The treehouse isn't the same. I still think you’ll come find me when I hide from Dee, but you don’t. I’ve been reading like you told me. I’m reading The Hobbit but I like the movies more. … Continue reading Sisters
“Just hold on, baby. We’re nearly there.” I grimace, hands squeezed bloodless by my white-knuckled wife.“I am holding on, if you haven’t noticed.”“Yes, yes I have. But-”“Don’t ‘but’ me, Gallileo Haberson the Third!” Clare is panting, yet still manages my full name in tones of icy steel.“Yes Ma’am,” I salute her, then stumble as the … Continue reading A New Life
“Five minutes and counting.” Time is interminable. It stretches, yawning, threatening to overtake him with its dark menace. How does he sit through these protracted seconds launch after launch? The chair is creaking with the weight of his despondency. Twenty-seven donuts contributed their piece as well, but every time he swears off bringing them he … Continue reading Countdown
“So I’m sitting at the side of the road earlier, waiting for a bus, watching all the other poor sods caught in the rain. On the other side there’s this shop that’s closed, windows all bare, except for a big sign in black letters that says, ‘April Fools’. It’s, like, so big I can read … Continue reading The Date
EMMA LOUISE GILL 