they are unbreakable, i know they must be, yet it feels like she cuts through these bonds with a mere glance, her eyes like razors slice my apron strings, it hurts - bond

what can you get for a pound? it seemed not much more than i could get for a dollar, it didn't seem too much to pay 2 pounds fifty for a sandwich for my lunch, then i converted it to aus dollars and lost my appetite - pound

i loved saturdays, we would all get on the bus and they would take us to the dam, the sabots were unloaded from the trailers and i would look hopefully around for a boy who knew how to sail, and beg them to pick me to crew for them. at the end of the year i won 3rd prize in the sailing comp, though i had never sailed alone - sail

in the distance it would loom and i would sit in the car watching it gradually become closer, it was the goal, the landmark, when we reached that volcano shaped mountain it meant we were there, you could see it from 200 miles away - lava

the cave was hidden behind a bush, just like in the enid blighton book, i took my visitor, the mailman's daughter, there, and tried to share this secret place, but she said it was stupid, barely enough room inside for two. i couldnt understand why she couldn't share my imagination, the rooms beyond were enormous in my mind - cave

she does have perfect pitch, i don't understand where she got it, but when the music pours from her lips, i actually want to hear it, she turns a casual hum in the car into a performance - pitch

he has that about him, a simple strength, not solid so much physically, but of a solid constitution, he retains a strength through everything, he is my friend - solid

i liked to be the centre forward, they said i was a good player and i was picked for the city team. i was too unorthodox though, and was banished to the wing, out of the centre, just another player - player

it would have been a bumper crop, but we were 8 and we held the long poles between us as we ran along the furrows flattening the stands of wheat between us, we made a pattern - bumper

i used to stand in the kitchen and look up at the bathroom mirror, i could see a little of myself but i wondered was that really me or another girl living a life just like mine but in reverse, i wanted to crawl through the glass and play with her, but she just stared back at me... - mirror

apparently i never crawled, i sat upright instead and dragged myself around on my bottom using my heels to pull me along. my brother said they could always find me by following the wet streak left across the floor from my nappy - crawl

i would rather scream at you and scratch your eyes out, pant you say? pant? you can pant! while i cower here in an utter agony that you will never experience, this baby rips my body apart - pant

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the crack wasn't as wide there as in the centre, but there the boards were worn more evenly. Feet had run and stepped and walked and slid. This was the place - floor

it was cold, the stars were dull in the black, there were whisps of fog, i walked and walked, but it didn't make it start again. this was the end - end

walking down the street there were three of them, they are sitting in a huddled group weaving pulseras, they are dirty and snot covers the mouth of the youngest, i drop some pesos in the old hat, i don't feel good - orphan

it was overflowing. Bottles, teatowels wrapping rolls and cakes and sandwiches neatly packed, there were 2 glasses - basket

I am running but my feet won't get me anywhere, the harder I try the less ground I seem to cover, I am getting tired and am moving slower and slower, it seems I will never reach the top. Sometimes I think I am already over the hill - hill

i like the hardness of the cloth as i pull it out, the machine has been loud and rambling, to the point that the whole house vibrated along with its gyrations. i pull out the wet material, it is heavy and smells like my childhood - spin

some days are like that, you just can't get past it. there is that barrier that keeps stopping you no matter which way you try to approach it. today feels like that already - glitch

this time it will be different, we will be more enlightened, more forgiving, more loving, more empowered, better educated, better equipped, this time we will.......make the same mistakes all those before us made. Why? - generation

in the afternoon light i watch it hang in the window, we used to sell them at the markets "austrian crystal" we would say, hang it in the window and watch the rainbows spin around your room - sparkle

they kept their old things up there. we opened the hatch and pulled down the shiny new silver expanding ladder. i was impressed, up there the sun streamed through the skylight and the dustmotes danced - loft

i am stumbling along and my feet can feel the cold dirty lino, i know it is not far, i reach out and try and find the wall to feel my way along, i lean forward and feel suddenly as if i do not know up from down, the room feels to be spinning, i am blind - blind

i sat there, frustrated, there is almost nothing i love more than to watch to ground fly past below me, there is nowhere worse to sit than above the wing, damn - wing

we walked down the street to the show and paid our way in, they were both there my 2 boyfriends either side of me, paul bought me a siver heart on a chain, they both held my hands, i was 12 - pendant

large heavy goblet, red, rich wine, the fire crackles, the roast dinner settles, this is winter wine - wine

the photo didn't really show much, the colours were dull, but the lines reached out to me and i wanted to stare at it forever, i wanted to find the photographer and thank him or her, for finding just that perfect angle - angle

She has that effect on me, as she walks in to the room I see a look in her eyes and I feel myself harden against her. I will not let her make me feel small, I will not let her dominate me, she is my mother-in-law, will I ever learn to drop my guard around her? - guard

this morning the air is so clear, the sun so bright, the ocean so blue, the elements of perfection surround me, i feel blessed - elements

i am a queen i am a princess i am a ballerina. i hold my arms out straight and look straight ahead feeling the way along the beam with my pointed toes, i love that everyone is looking at me - beam

i took the photo through the grass, it shows the tower reaching into the blue blue sky and the seed pods clear in the foregroud, why is there a tower in a cemetery anyway? It makes me think of merlin - tower

we would be up before daylight to pack the last few boxes in the car and fill the coffee flask full of freshly brewed coffee, we would stream down the highway to the country market and i would roll a joint for the trip, when we got there we would be remote and stoned, unpacking beauty to sell in our stall - stall

we walk through the creaky old house, this is home but with no lights it has become an alien landscape. my sister is behind me, i am scared of the dark, we walk to her room, our footsteps vibrate the house and her sliding door rolls open by it's own accord, the cold air from her room extinguishes the candle. i scream - candle

we used to get it just above the big waterhole, there was a little gully that trickled in there and if you reached in behind the curtain of water the clay was there to be grabbed in big fingernail bending handfuls - clay

my first job was for a hairdresser called mavis in the school holidays when i was 15. the salon was "on the wrong side of the tracks" wedged between a dodgy pub and an empty boarded up shop, mavis had a dog that looked just like her with wavy yellow hair, she would make me take it out the back and wash it with her best redkin shampoo & conditioner then bring it inside to blow it dry, one time she even got me to put curlers in it, i remember wondering what the next customer would think when yellow dog hair combed out of her new purple-rinsed set.