It is about the classic mother–daughter bond, but transplanted to a planet far, far away. The moral being that even aliens have complex, intricate relationships. Please supply your address so that I may send it to you. The first thing that struck me was his unremarkablenes...
She had been busy trying to tug her parka sleeves down over her freezing hands when something made her glance across to her right – and there it was. The charming old weatherboard with its deep, wrap-around veranda, the steeply graded tile roof with two dormer windows, the huge willow tree off to...
This is all the more crucial if your skills as a cook leave something to be desired, as the attention of your guests will thus be distracted from the standard of your fare. TUESDAY0920 hrs ‘What did you do, lady, slaughter someone in ’ere?’ The carpet cleaner, who could easily be that horrid ambu...
A huge colourful arrangement of burnt-orange and egg-yolk yellow blooms that clashed badly with the lounge-room drapes. Mattie put them in the laundry, on top of the washing machine, and closed the door. Because she simply didn’t want to see them, or smell them. There was something about the arom...
Well, Harold is beaming merrily and my mother is wearing her usual sardonic semi-smile.They actually make a rather compatible couple in a visual sense. My six-foot-two, well-built father always looked much too large for Mum, who is just a shade over five foot and weighs the equivalent of my daily...
She smiled at the thought that they couldn’t share, even this, and then wondered who had thought of it first. Or perhaps it hadn’t been either of them. See that cafe, guys? Here’s some money to go buy your mother a postcard each. She frowned as the thought formed, annoyed at her eagerness to beli...
You bet I would! FP Adams (1881–1960) THURSDAY 7.15 am I am lying in bed, staring morosely at the ceiling as the alarm goes off. Reaching out, I hit the snooze button before it can wake up CJ, who is nestled in her usual spot on the electric blanket. Then I go back to my solitary ceiling contempl...
She was no closer to knowing what the girl planned to do, and when she planned to do it. Instead, Megan had spent the past fifteen minutes sobbing about the unfairness of the situation. And that was the problem with the youth of today, Emily decided, they all seemed to think that life was suppose...
