I penned the first draft of ‘Darkside’ as part of my homework for a short story course presented by Maria Bonar from the Society of Women’s Writers Western Australia.
Marie takes a sip of her cocktail. She twirls the paper umbrella and glances across the table.
“Am I supposed to be scared now?”
“I’m not saying that.”
What do you pack when you have eight minutes to leave?
I can barely hear my thoughts above the clamour of the alarm. I glance at a photograph above my bed.
The melody was familiar. How did the words go? Brown sugar. A good choice. I snatch up the phone.
“Do you have it?”
“Twice your usual. Like you wanted.