SpineOut : June - July 2017
she continued Baran, Year 11 All Saints College Willetton WA SHORT STORIES an enraged creature sitting heavily in her throat. It claws and writhes and shrieks, trapped. She senses her forehead throbbing and her jaw, tense. She feels herself slowing, the frosty night air being sucked in and shot out by her aching rib cage. Her breaths sound raspy; the raggedness mirrored by the uneven beats of her heart. *** It is morning. The air is bitter and she snuggles beneath the old blankets; nose icy. Light streams in through the strategically placed holes in the grooved metal-sheet walls; illuminating the floating dust and making it golden. She extends a naked arm from within the warm cocoon of blankets and runs her fingers slowly along the cold ridges of the sheeting, savouring the feeling. In this moment she is transported. Her mother is sobbing, senseless, as she runs down the street. Father is away on a business trip in Singapore – although she knows he isn’t really. Tim is just standing there, staring at their mother’s frail, bare footed frame grow smaller and smaller; her floral night gown flapping in the wind. The sentries of her mind are unable to hold back the memories. The gates burst open. The people at the grocery store are all watching them. Their heads enormous balloons, floating around the aisles like ghosts, their disapproving stares penetrating her. The nice cash register lady is smiling at her with that oh-so-apologetic smile she’s become used to; her eyes begging her for forgiveness. She rises abruptly, unlocks the makeshift door, steps outside. The sun is hiking its way up the sky, exposing the suburban sprawl. She doesn’t need this anymore. Filling herself with the crisp air of daybreak – she starts off to anywhere. Anywhere but home.
April - May 2017