Josh warmed his hands by the fire. The smoke was keeping the mosquitos at bay as the sun fell behind
The hangover has purged all memories of the night before. Pinpricks of light emerge here and there, a bathtub, a
Josh fell into bed with his skin still raw from the shower. Skye moved closer to him without waking up.
Skye reaches for Josh’s hand. She absent-mindedly digs her fingernails across his paint-flecked skin.
He doesn’t resist, as
Joshua picks up the charcoal. The earthiness of the stick sends a tingle up his arm and he feels the
Doug stands a few metres from the window, just far enough that if Josh looked up, all he’d see
#205: The Storm
He would later try to recall what he noticed first. It was certainly the brightness of the lights as the
In the fire's glow, he could see Tracey hold sway. She was beautiful in any light. Her singlet curved her
They shared an art studio. Or to be accurate, it was Joshua’s art studio, and he had a corner
I entwined my earliest memories of Joshua with my lack of confidence. I am like the potted plant kept too