Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Twelve

Part Twelve Envy. You might know it – it’s that thing with the horns. People say envy turns you green. I think it turns you grey. And not the pretty, grey, the one you see in the early mornings when dawn’s just breaking. I get envy these days. I used to think the grownups were … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Twelve

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Eleven

Part Eleven I want to go home. I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home! There’s just one problem. I am home. Or as close to it as I’ll be getting. I want to go back to the home where I was a pampered little darling, where I knew nothing of … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Eleven

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 7

Part 7 Almost 2 litres. That’s how much coffee I made today. Almost 2 full litres of the stuff which ended up getting poured down the drain, cup by cup because the milk to coffee ratio was ‘off’. How much milk was in the coffee, I asked. He didn’t know. What colour did it turn, … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 7

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 6

Part 6 Yeah, okay, I lied. Sue me. (Don’t sue me, I have nothing of value to my name). Payday can’t come fast enough, I swear. I’m not writing about The Hurricane, though. So it’s not really so bad. And I need to vent. I need it more than I need salty, starchy chips when … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 6

Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Epilogue

Epilogue I’d thought that newborns were the most exhausting of children. It turned out three year old little munchkins gave them a run for their money. Azmiah had always been active but lately it felt like she’d somehow engaged fast-forward mode. Entertaining her all morning, through the drive from the airport and the wait until … Continue reading Fiction: Resisting Taqdeer Epilogue