Robert Lowen
Bio
Hi there. I am part of the Irish diaspora down in Perth, Western Australia. I'm really into short form stories and was encouraged by my girlfriend to join this community as it might be a good place to get my juices flowing.
Stories (2/0)
Machiavelli
Well, it’s been a quiet day and in fact I am quite fucking bored. The searing summer heat in Western Australia can put the city of Perth in a coma sometimes. We’re parked up at McDonald's sitting in the aircon waiting for something, anything, to happen. Outside, the heat waves rising off the tarmac are bending light. My partner Andy, his stomach full of processed goodness, is nodding in and out of sleep. The hypnotic hum of the engine isn’t helping him keep the eyelids open. When the revs rise due to the aircon kicking back in he stirs. We don’t play music on days like this. It causes too many arguments. I am alert and full of nervous energy. I just want to people watch but only the brave or the fucking foolish cart about on foot in this heat.
By Robert Lowen2 years ago in Fiction
Giving herself the green light.
I was neither asleep nor awake. It was more like I had been floating between the realms of both when a gentle squeeze of my hand pulled me from my dreamy haze. From my position on the floor next to her I looked at my mother lying peacefully on the couch, adorned with eye mask and noise cancelling headphones. The light in her living room was low, it was mostly lit by candlelight. Light and shadows flickered around us rambunctiously whilst we remained still.
By Robert Lowen3 years ago in Fiction
