The Red Dress Club

Cut The Sweetness

[Source] Gluttony. The prompt was gluttony. But I was stumped. Blocked in that writerly way. I swung back and forth in the desk chair. Thinking, thinking. Got up, opened the fridge door. Stared for a bit. Took out the Coke and poured a glass. Closing the fridge door, I padded back to the computer. Sat. […]

War Within

What are you going to do? I don’t know. I really don’t know. You should try and save him. I know. I want to but you heard what the vet said. $1500 – maybe more. And if it’s intestinal cancer, the outcome is poor even after surgery. Yes, but this is your family pet. This […]

Heartbreak Hindsight

[Photo Source] Long, long blonde hair. Still a slip of a thing but with improbably big boobs. Taut limbs honeyed with the fading summer. I was nineteen years old. And I had no idea that I was lovely just as I was. He had called. Told me to meet him outside – he didn't want […]

The Passenger

The Passenger

As soon as I arrived, I could tell she didn't like me. She ignored me for the longest time: pretended I wasn't there. Until she couldn't pretend anymore. I admit, I forced myself on her. I was not invited. I never am. This has made me opportunistic. I look for weaknesses: a window left ajar […]

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Baby Bump

Baby Bump

We are at the supermarket. There is the intermittent beeping as our groceries are scanned. I look down at little Zee in his pram. I look at his little legs. And then I look up at the checkout woman. I wonder if she has noticed. “Oh, little one!” I exclaim, “Look at your poor little […]

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Dumb Luck

Dumb Luck

He was in the bath. The water was so warm. But something didn't feel right. His father came in to find him this way. Sitting in the bath, fully clothed and looking confused. Sitting in the bath his parents had run and then left unattended. The bath he had slipped into without so much as […]

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I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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