Stairgate

Esme stared at her nemesis. The stairgate, which was a silly name for it as it wasn’t even on the stairs. There was one there, but she wasn’t too interested in going upstairs, it was a lot of work and all that was up there were the bedrooms which weren’t very exciting. Unless Sian was …

Countertop

Josh walked towards May. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, rather than one of the conveniently placed stools by their breakfast nook. A bowl of yoghurt balanced on her exposed thighs and she kept shifting to move the coldness around and prevent one area of skin from becoming numb. In one hand was a …

Gate

“Morning, Babs!” Trevor shouted over the garden gate at the woman on the other side. She had been bent over weeding the flower bed beneath her kitchen window but stood at the greeting and turned towards her garden gate.  “Morning, Trev! How’s Nancy doing today?” She asked as she came towards him, the stack of …

Nursery

Devon sat in the rocking chair. Ford had carved it himself, spent hours out in the workshop creating this piece for her. Her hand drifted to her swelling belly. For them. She’d told him one night years ago when they were in that foggy haze of early love, tired from nights of passion but enthused …

Basement

The basement wasn’t somewhere that Evie would usually venture. When they’d first bought the house it had been full of junk, and she knew that Levi had been working to clear it out but she still didn’t feel the need to go down there. It wasn’t as if they were lacking for space, and she’d …

Pantry

Clara stared into her pantry. It was never supposed to be a pantry, this small closet-like room had been earmarked for an office before her husband decided it was too small for him, instead offering it to her as a space to do her women things as he put it. What he meant was a space for …

Garage

Ryan liked woodworking. She liked the physicality of it, the way her forearms ached after a long session or her feet from standing so long with the larger pieces. She liked the gradual unveiling of her ideas from the original planks or log of wood. She liked that it made sense, she didn’t need to …

Patio

Calvin sunk into his seat and studied his wife across the table. She was quietly talking to Vi, probably about something mundane, she’d be incredibly stupid if she was whispering anything substantial with him so close. And while Piper was a bitch she wasn’t a stupid one.           He hadn’t known she was a bitch when …

Attic

Viviane looked up at the attic. She wasn’t sure what to expect up there, wasn’t sure if she was ready for it, but she also knew that with David gone there wasn’t anything stopping her from going up there. At least nothing that posed more of a threat than destroying the illusion of the life …

Portrait

Mira looked up at the painting. It was imposing and she suspected it would be even if it wasn’t in their modestly sized terraced-house’s hallway. It wasn’t the painting itself, though it was rather large, but the subject matter as well. The portrait was one that Mira supposed would have been rather nice if it …

Log Storage

Brambles was cold. So cold. And it was starting to get dark. Not the nice dark that comes in the corners of a room when Sally builds a fire and there’s a cooler dark spot by the side of the sofa, or when it’s late at night and he was let out to wee just …

Chest Of Drawers

Gwynn carefully picked up the laundry basket, resting it on her side as she always did, though the expansion of her growing stomach meant it didn’t sit quite as flush as it used to. She moved slowly towards the stairs, taking measured steps to maintain her balance, still getting used to the way her changing …