by scatterbrianblogs | Mar 30, 2021 | Uncategorized
The image was of five daffodils standing proud on a terrace garden in Amman. The house was always full of flowers. Every room had at least one vase, some two, containing everything from a blaze of colour to a simple splash of yellow and green. The latter were her...
by scatterbrianblogs | Mar 12, 2021 | Uncategorized
He picked up the small goat that was standing at his feet “This is not goodbye, it’s the start of countdown”, she said softly, pulling up the mask over her exquisite features. Her dark brown eyes held me tight, intensified by the absence of the rest...
by scatterbrianblogs | Jul 20, 2020 | Uncategorized
The young woman handed the tiny red book to her husband, as if she was presenting him with a precious gift. Taking it from her, Lachlan opened the nondescript little publication; one of many they had acquired on the island of Samoa and definitely not one of the better...
by scatterbrianblogs | Jul 15, 2020 | Uncategorized
the young woman leaned over to the pile of old books near Lachlan and pulled out the very publication they had unearthed on the island of Samoa. The tiny gold carriage clock on the counter sang out a single high pitched ring to welcome the hour. Six am, three hours...
by scatterbrianblogs | Jun 19, 2019 | Grief
This was fastened to the white clump with a hatpin the size of an ice pick. The day was like any other day in the previous two months, mundane tasks punctuated with shattering pain and anguish as the memories of those last few weeks of my wife’s life came flooding...
