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THOUGHTS She sits In the same place she has sat Every night for as long as she can remember The moon is full tonight
I am numb. I know I should feel, but I can’t. I should be happy, but it’s all crap. I smile for my parents. I do well at school.
How Far Still To Go?
I am confused. My stomach is churning and my throat is tight. I am angry and frustrated. I cannot seem to understand. We are still fighting for gender equality on so many fronts. On the news the night I write this, there were stories of: rape and sexual assault in the halls of power, women marching in the streets, giving voice to the desire for freedom to walk the streets at night, or during the day, to end violence against women.
Finding Each Other Again
A frustrated breath burst from his wife causing Brad to look up from his computer. ‘What?’ Elle was glaring at her phone, her current emotions clear in her expression. ‘Why can’t they just take no for an answer?’
Night sky, deep blue, almost black Stars shine, moon hangs brightly watching Silver glow washes over me As I wait. Wind whispers of promises to come
Four Point Two Kilometres
‘One kilometre,’ the voice intones in my ear. One foot in front of the other. Keep moving, I tell myself. It had been one of those days. Each step strips away a little more of what had been such a crap day.
‘In three hundred meters turn left,’ the GPS intoned. Keeping her eyes on the road, Julia Jones wasn’t convinced there was a turnoff coming up. Both sides of the road were thick with native forest. Julia shook her head, not that there was anyone in the car to see it. She could scarcely understand her folly in this. A delivery guy rocks up at her door, asks for identification and hands over a small package containing only a black notebook. A used black notebook, with a note taped to the cover saying ‘she wanted you to have this’.