Carly is barely noticeable in a crowd. She’s of average height, has average shoulder-length brown hair. Her clothes do not induce anyone to comment on them. Jeans, t-shirt, runners, that kind of thing. Carly’s features are unremarkable as well. Her face is one of those that lead people to say “Have I met you before?” … Continue reading Carly
Sugar tiptoes along the brick path at the side of her house. The light from her phone shining dully to check for any trip hazards. "I hope that idiot dog next door isn’t out doing his business," she thinks. "He should be minding his own business, not doing it, yeah." Sugar almost chuckles at her … Continue reading Sugar
Mmm, the cooking room smells good. But it usually does, compared to other rooms in the house. Something been cooking. I look around and sniff a lot, like a lot, lot. My nose is very confused. I see the meat and it looks tasty enough. It looks really tasty, it must be for me! But when … Continue reading Strange Meat
My hands glide up his back, across his freckled shoulders and down his flanks to just above his boxers. Repeat a few times, getting in sync with Angelique Kidjo’s haunting version of Malaika. I’ve played this beautiful Tanzanian song so many times I have to stop myself singing along in Swahili. This is why I … Continue reading Happy Endings
“Oh dear, I think we might be lost,” says Nanna. Poppy wakes from her daydeam and turns sharply to her grandmother. The faint ghost of a smile removes any tiny spark of fear that they could be in danger. “Oh no! What are we going to do? How’ll we get home?” Poppy plays along. Nanna … Continue reading Nanna, Fanta and Withering Looks
My mother was six foot one. When she was nineteen she had fall from her horse and suffered terrible spinal injuries. After two years of rehab, she made a full recovery, to be walking. The staff would say she had a will of steel. Mother would say she had a back of steel, due to … Continue reading My Mother Was Six Foot One
Amanda Gambas Author 