It was strange how obsessed they’d become with the rain ... watching the Radar and following their rain apps on their phones, anticipating the storms with relish. They were sitting outside on their patio now, with their Espresso Martini’s, betting against each other about whether the rain was on its way. She, emphatically declaring yes... Continue Reading →
There was something about cemeteries that she’d always been drawn to. The peaceful solitude, the mystery that each headstone or plaque promised of a life lived and lost, the untold stories, the joy and pain, the history. Even as a child she’d favoured a cemetery over a park ... often wandering for hours amongst the... Continue Reading →
It was 2:30am. They were on holiday and the bed was uncomfortable. She’d been tossing and turning since 1am and it didn’t feel like sleep was in her immediate future. Her brain was too active, thinking of the most random situations, basically being a complete jerk, not allowing her to shut down and drift off... Continue Reading →
She'd always wondered about the term 'losing' when somebody died. It seemed an odd phrase to use, like you'd lost a set of keys, a pencil, a dog. It didn't truly convey the feeling of grief, intense sorrow and utter despair. To 'lose' someone almost implies you will find them again .... they were just... Continue Reading →
She had awoken feeling very melancholy … the vestiges of a dream fading quickly but memories of her father lingering. He had been gone now for 14 years but she missed him still, the pain of his passing still fresh and raw and no more so than now. She remembered many things of her father... Continue Reading →
The sky was blue. She walked quickly, savouring the fresh, clean, brisk air slightly tainted by the distant smell of manure across the fields. She could feel the stress and anxiety of her old life ebbing away, making room for the love and light of her home country easing back into her soul. She never... Continue Reading →
The She Diaries 