Mason Jar Hazards

I was dangling outside your window when you found me, fingers digging into the brick for dear life.

salt air heals all wounds

Lou’s blue lace underwear have been hanging on the line since Friday. It’s rained twice since then and the soaked panties look sad and heavy, the one lonely article of clothing abandoned outside.

Dalliance

My car stalled the first few times he started it up. Underneath the sound of the revving engine, he muttered, “Fucking shit thing”. I tried not to take it personally.

Men are from Mars, Rod Stewart is from Uranus

Rod knows the secrets of the universe – that’s why his hair is so big. If you drive out far enough to the middle of a desert where there is no industrial noise you might be able to hear them, whispered within Maggie May.

Frankie’s Healing Process

Frankie was sad. She was curled up in the foetal position on her bedroom floor, dressed in her long-sleeved, sequined, shoulder-padded dress and quietly weeping. From her laptop ‘Islands In The Stream’ by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers was playing, set on repeat.

Heather’s Greenhouse

Heather sat on the other side of the glass, cross-legged with her back to me as she worked carefully to repot one of her shrubs.

Bless the Rain

I didn’t tell Rosie we were going to resurrect my cat until she arrived at my house. “For fuck’s sake Joanna, again?”