The Parent Brain
Ellen was gay, which was not good. She supposed she could blame her mother for birthing her that way. Or maybe she could blame God for deciding gay was a thing. Or maybe she could blame the populace of women at large because let’s face it, the world is very attractive right now.
The Lobster-Chef Interrogation
“Mrs. Peters, can you explain what happened?” “From the beginning, or-” “From the beginning.” “Oh dear, the beginning. Well, I was at the restaurant with all my friends. Christie, and Julie, and Stacey, and Karen, and Rachel, and Rachel’s odd daughter, and Julie’s husband, and Stacey’s cousin-”
The Death of Old-Fashioned Dying
There are some nights meant to be dark and stormy, to fit the mood of the reader and the tone of the events destined to happen. A dark and stormy night is a powerful metaphor. One can liken the personality of a particularly shifty individual to that of a rainstorm, or can provide in the story an obstacle to overcome.
Pink Sticky Notes
Everyone who stepped foot in Ashley and Henry Roberts’ home was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of colour and the riot of small pieces of paper on every available surface. Ashley had everything categorised-- blue for things she needed to buy, yellow for something a friend had said that was important, orange for things she needed to do, green for addresses and emails and phone numbers, and pink for very important things that she wanted to remember.