Waking Nightmare – 4

  Like a junkie after a long-awaited hit, Maggie truly revelled in the narcotic effect of the story she had just witnessed. Relaxed and pain-free she lay with a faint smile creasing the sides of her eyes. She felt ‘good’.   The delight of his was only heightened by the revelation that her halo was…

Waking Nightmare – 3

  “How did you sleep dear?” enquired Mrs. Trout the following morning.   “Really well Mum. I don’t remember dreaming about anything, and I actually feel like I have had a proper sleep for once.”   “That is fantastic to hear Maggie! Now,  I spoke to Anton earlier this morning, and he said he is…

Waking Nightmare – 2

  An old lady unexpectedly dropped in for a visit. Sporting blue rinse hair and dressed in a matching blue twinset pants outfit, complete with matched shoe’s, she sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the bed to Mrs. Trout. A long-nosed, black and white, small to  medium-sized dog seated itself beside…

Waking Nightmare – 1

  It took three and a half weeks to track down, but the Moora Police eventually found what they were looking for at Erichs Mechanical on Tootra Street, Moora. The rear trailer that had swung wildly causing loss of life and carnage was in the midst of repair. Upon speaking to both Sam and Mark,…

Pains exquisite texture – 8 – Metamorphosis – waking nightmare

  Her iodine related pain had fled her, leaving Maggie feeling, oddly, exhilarated. In no way did she enjoy or welcome discomfort, let alone the sharp stinging agony she had just endured. Yet, she felt refreshed and somehow ‘more alive’. An alertness consumed her, and for the first time since her accident, she genuinely smiled.  …

Pains exquisite texture – 7(ish)

  Closing her eyes, Maggie took in five slow, deep breaths. Inhaling through her nose, exhaling through her mouth, clearing her mind as she focussed on her breathing. It took time for her to relax enough to remove those unwanted thoughts and sensations from her broken body.   After two or three deep breaths, Mrs….

Pains exquisite texture – 6, or maybe the last.

  Maggie had dozed off with the images of a blonde haired, twelve-year-old farmer’s son, and his smiling Border Collie named Squirt. Her dreams, sadly, rapidly, transformed into something unspeakably horrific. Things previously forgotten about the accident began to slowly rise to the surface of her tormenting dream state. She saw the body of ‘Flash’,…

Pains exquisite texture – 5

  After clearing her throat, Mrs. Trout began.   “Okay dear, here we go. ‘Misanthrope’ by one Mr. Hamish Ross. Chapter One.”   Closing her eyes, focusing on her breathing and the sound of her mother’s voice, Maggie did her level best to clear her mind.   “The sheet of tin flapping on the shearing…

Pains exquisite texture – 4

  Days and weeks meshed into one. The initial glut of family and friends visiting had tapered off into non-existence by the tenth day, and the only person to remain at Maggie’s bedside was her mother. As was to be expected, the accident made headlines nationally, and featured in news items globally. So too, interviews…

Pains exquisite texture – 3

  “Maggie,” began the surgeon, “without sounding pretentious, I will give you your injuries in layman’s term’s. Your pelvis is broken in three places. Both of your femurs have minor fractures. Your spleen has been ruptured. Four of the lower ribs on the left side of your chest have been broken in two or more…

Pains exquisite texture – 2

  Whilst illegal, he had been on the road for a shade under 14 hours without a break. His log books spinning a fairytale like yarn to anyone taking the time to inspect them. Heading north on the Bindoon Moora Road, he had his white Volvo FH16 going flat-out. The pocket road train he sped…

Pains exquisite texture – 1

  Thanks to the recent rains, the spot fires lacked the heat to take off and spread through the bush along the roadside. Looking across from her passenger seat, a Constable hung upside down from his seat belt, and it was the steady heat building up in the car, rather than image of her grievous…