Melanie Baker
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The Lonely Baker
There’s many small joys in life, for me there’s nothing more joyous than a coffee and a sweet treat. So when Ben invited me on a date at the Revelier Hotel, famous for its decadent cakes and fancy desserts, I was chuffed. I really hoped that this date would go well because I didn’t want it to spoil my memories of the Revelier. I was wearing my doc marten boots and my new pretty summer dress, it was too cold really for a linen dress like this, but I was too excited to wear it! My docs and black denim jacket made it bearable.
By Melanie Baker 3 years ago in Fiction
Fresh Start
She’s a dejected 35 year old woman standing at the front door of an old house, keys in hand. Reminiscing on how she got here, she thinks about all she has lost over the last year. This house is all, she feels, that she has now. 5 years ago her and her husband, ex-husband, she corrects herself, bought this for her father. He was older than most peoples dads and after her mother left to “find herself”, he was retired, lonely, broke and so bored. As a successful real estate agent, this place almost literally landed in her lap and, at the time, was pocket change to her. Her dad had loved it. Not far from a nice little town, beautiful wineries, just enough land to grow food and gardens but not too big for one person to manage. The house had needed a lot of work, but dad loved the challenge of fixing it up. It was a stroke of luck her dad had waited until after the divorce was filed to sign it back to her so she could sell it. It meant that it was now all hers. She did sometimes think he had stalled on purpose, foreseeing the divorce. She didn’t particularly want to live here, but her husband, ex-husband, had a secret gambling problem, so here she is. He also had a boner-in-her-boss problem, which meant she had quit, before knowing just how broke they were. What a piece of shit.
By Melanie Baker 3 years ago in Fiction
Colour Me Calm
It’s been a long day. It’s been a long week. My almost two year old is resisting sleep like nothing I’ve ever seen, my almost 4 month old is probably going through that absolute nightmare of a sleep regression that is notorious at 4 months. I’m so tired. The house is a mess but I don’t care. Uni will be going back soon. Am I taking on too much going back full time? I’m overwhelmed. I barely have the energy to look after myself, let alone be learn. I miss being creative. I miss having fun.
By Melanie Baker 3 years ago in Families
Testing Times
It’s going to be another boring day. They’re always boring these days. Waking up again to the sounds of my brothers fighting. It sounds like Ben had eaten Frank’s chocolate again last night. I don’t really care who is right and who is wrong. Chocolate is a luxury and I can’t remember the last time I had any. Frank keeps squandering the little money he earns. Relies too much on the rest of us. I need to get up. I hate my job. My stupid auto assigned job. I fail one test in 17 years and this means I’m stuck to a mundane life of warehouse work.
By Melanie Baker 3 years ago in Fiction