‘Coming, Tim?’ I logged off and followed my colleagues out of the office; attending company social events inadvertently influenced our bonuses. The downstairs function room of the nearby pub reeked of beer and despair; like a fallen tree, its scratched tables could be aged by the rings staining their surfaces. The only person happy toContinue reading “Woozy Bankers.”
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Storm Damage.
As I arrived back at the house, the radio reported the cyclone had made landfall. I fought through the sheets of rain and wrestled the door open. Molly appeared, dressed in pyjamas. ‘Daddy!’ Her battle-cry summoned her younger sister, Hannah, who was followed down the hall by their mother. ‘What are you doing here?’ askedContinue reading “Storm Damage.”
Simon and Jess.
Jess and I had been together for two years. We were complete opposites, which is why it worked. She was always very ‘big picture’, leaving the details to me. Last year’s Vietnam trip was no exception: Jess decided how we’d spend each day; I held the map and kept an eye on the time (theContinue reading “Simon and Jess.”
Matthew S. Wilson 