A Kiwi Girl's Stories

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Breaking Bread

Every Monday after lunch, mum baked four loaves of bread. She'd stand in our small kitchen wearing the apron with the big pockets. There'd be flour up to her elbows as she kneaded and kneaded the dough, then split it into four and neatly popped it into the well used baking tins. The smell that came... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

My 1995

On September 14th, 1995, I went with my friends *Carla and *Mark to the Celtic bar for a few drinks after work. I was recently seprated, not unhappy just ungrounded and alone. We met up with a couple of Mark's friends, one a newly recruited Policeman who was celebrating starting work at the local... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Parcel Post

Jane popped Mr Jacobs' power account, rates bill, and local paper into his green regulation mailbox. The sun was shining and her little red Toyota van was brimming with parcels. I love my job, she thought, especially on days like today. She waved to Jill Palmer as she jogged past, feeling a bit... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

30 Metres Down

The four of them perched precariously on the edges of the boat like bull seals ready to flop into the sea. They were anticipating the cool water after the struggle of fitting too tight wetsuits onto middle aged bodies. The task difficult enough in 30 degree heat was exhausting while contending with... Sign in to see full entry.

Christmas Party contd.

Megan hastily stood up giving her ankle a tweak in the process as she heard the solid thud of a door shutting down the hall. Who could that be, it was 6.30pm? Frantically grabbing for the evidence of her revolt she tried a fair imitation of casual as Brad Collins walked through to the foyer. 'Brad',... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 9, 2009

The Christmas Party

When Megan glanced up at the staff notice board a festive-looking, glossy green and red flyer caught her attention. She saw the date and her mouth dropped open. Megan had looked forward to the staff Christmas party for months. It promised to be a swanky affair at the Millenium, full open bar, a... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Day at the Beach, Continued.

... He hadn't realised he had been staring at the girl and quickly looked away, eyes welling up. Jack fumbled furiously with the zip on his track pants pocket, his arthritic fingers took forever to work, he finally withdrew his hanky and wiped the salty tears from his eyes. Maybe he should have... Sign in to see full entry.

Day at the Beach

Stepping off the bus Jack took in the cloudless sky, the yellow-gold sand, the teal blue sea and smiled. He re-arranged his things to making them easier to carry. The fold up chair was always awkward but it was more comfortable than sitting on the sand and far easier to get back up again. He wasn't... Sign in to see full entry.

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