Number Twenty-Five crouches over, knobbly spine swaying with the rhythm of the slight breeze. In his hand he holds a pair of scissors; not the kind you’d normally see in the hands of a gardener, mind you. These are the type of scissors I remembered buying for my son when he started Prep, the ones… Continue reading Number Twenty-Five
I Want You to Panic
‘When you’re asleep, you lose your sense of smell,’ the firefighter explained. ‘That’s why smoke alarms are important; without them, you won’t smell the smoke. If you don’t smell the smoke, you’ll feel the fire. Girls and boys, if that fire creeps up on you, you’ll be dead. Too late, game over. When you hear… Continue reading I Want You to Panic
The Collapse
There’s something wrong with my ankle. I know I shouldn’t be able to see the bone. I’m certain the blood is supposed to be inside my body not pooling bright red on the tiles of my kitchen. I don’t feel anything. Wait – I remember everything. Running into the house, into my kitchen, grabbing the… Continue reading The Collapse
