Pohutukawa

  If Elina is uncomfortable with the silence, she doesn’t show it. Her hands remain flatly folded in her lap and her eyes look forward, unblinking. Paul stands up and walks over to her. He sits next to her. She still does not move or speak. He reaches out his hand and places his palm …

Some Trees

The snow is collecting in little eddies around the cars. It is calf-deep, a whitish blanket laid over the street. Jen keeps walking. She doesn’t know how long it has been, but she doesn’t want to expose her wrist to the cold, even for the brief moment it would take to check her watch. She …

his life’s work

His life’s work was vanishing. Or that’s what it felt like at least. Because what had he worked for all these years—it was dissolving before his eyes. Like vapour, like smoke. The first day of his retirement he felt excited. Well, maybe that’s stretching things, but there was an anticipation to be sure. Of what …

The Visit

Having lived away from home for some time Joe did not miss it. He had learned the basics of bachelorhood. He could keep the washing pile low by turning his underwear inside out. He could iron his shirts. There were more creases when he was finished but they were flat creases which was enough, he …