the day after

Things to do today: 1) Breathe in. 2) Breathe out. —        Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story   Breathe in. Sara opens her eyes. She’s in bed, the covers pulled up to beneath her eyes. Her face feels tight, swollen. The room is bright, too bright. She rolls her eyes and turns … Continue reading the day after



Times like this, Sara really hates Nate. She hates how he’s always smiling. How he never seems to see the problems ahead. How he’s always telling her to “keep your head up, sweet, everything’s going to be okay”. But most of all, she hates how he makes her hopeful. Because hope is not a friend. … Continue reading Lighthouse


Nate never thought the day would come where he’d be sitting in a garden with his childhood friend, potting plants, covered in dirt, and actually having fun.   Sara’s got a stripe of soil across her left cheek, courtesy of Nate, and earth is scattered across the legs of her denim overalls. The strap has … Continue reading Garden


It is always, always, impossibly noisy whenever Sara and Nate decide to study together.   Sara likes punk music. Nate likes indie and folk music. Neither can study without music, and being the headstrong individuals their parents brought them up to be, neither is willing to compromise.   So, walk into one of their study … Continue reading Atermoiements


A road trip sounds like a good thing. It sounds appropriate after graduation and before university, before the start of the rest of their lives. She tells Nate as much – they’re sitting on his bed, what’s new? – and a crease appears between his eyebrows. It’s that look he gets when he doesn’t think … Continue reading campfire


She walks across the room from the crates underneath the window and lifts the needle. The gramophone crackles, and-   One-two-three one-two-three one-two-three   She dances round the room, narrowly avoiding stacks of books and the clothes hanging off the bed in a precarious tower and the papers falling off the desk-   one-two-three one-two-three … Continue reading Bagatelle

sandbox / trouvaille

It’s a foggy morning when Esther decides. “Sara, do you want to go to the park?”   “Yes, yes, yes!” The toddler grins at her from the high chair. She has a smattering of freckles across her button nose from her father, rosy cheeks and bouncy chestnut pigtails from her mother. There is a smear … Continue reading sandbox / trouvaille