His laugh was akin to an idle engine. It chugged and gurgled along almost innocuously in the aftermath of a joke.
Instead of complaining about her ever-diminishing wardrobe space, Rochelle started a side hustle selling her girlfriend’s old clothes on Depop without her knowing.
A pile of pillows, breaking all kinds of building codes, held up a laptop on the bed, which was broadcasting a documentary to the couple, who were both scrolling aimlessly on their phones.
He ran shirtless through the deluge, feeling like a kid again. The feeling buoyed him until the end of the run and for hours afterwards.
The tips of her fingers bled bubbles as the swimmer carved her way through the ocean pool in the light of the early morning.
James found he had to build up his tolerance to standing in lines again after the pandemic restrictions lifted.
The ice cubes went into liquidation after spending too much time out of the freezer.
The sail sale rack reigned in more sailors than the closest pub to the docks.
The play area for the men in the clothing boutique consisted of a battered old PlayStation 4, four different FIFA games and one Call of Duty.
It was ‘fawks’ leather, Sarah told the barista who’d complimented her on her jacket, before ordering an ‘expresso.’
Little Jess had taken, in her parent’s opinion, her playtime with trains too far. This was the third day in a row she was on strike due to pay and working conditions.
There was a science to the floordrobe, he was told by his girlfriend. But Tom’d be arsed if he could see it.
The four brothers saw the rain fall for the fifth day in a row and grinned. Mud footy season was upon them.
The laundry list of offerings at the beauticians was too much for Geoff, who settled with a voucher for his wife, the safest option.
Sally kept a track of how many drinks she’d had that night by plucking a sequin off her top for each one she slammed.
It was the tale of two summers. Ash raining from the sky for one, and inexhaustible rain for the other.