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The Mug That Stayed

by Twitchy on October 31, 2014

In my kitchen cupboard sits a battered old mug, no longer white. With a small chip on its lip and my name printed below a dated floral posy, it continues to justify itself among the prettier vessels more fit for common use.

Along with me for the ride through every home and house move since the demise of the 80’s, it has silently borne witness to change and upheaval, urging me on.

“I can do this.”

Ugly mug. Your appearance betrays your memory.

Ugly mug. Your look betrays your memory.

Sometimes people come into your life when you need them most.

When I was sixteen and seventeen, in my final year of school and struggling, I enjoyed time and sanctuary in the home and company of a mad, sharp friend who made me laugh when I was miserable. Failing deadlines. Heartbroken.

Hanging on by my fingernails, his fiendish humour was the salve. He allowed me to air my fears, cry on his shoulder.

We laughed until we did ourselves damage, watched movies, ate (and otherwise consumed) chemically laden things, some only slightly resembling food. We stayed up late confiding in one another the unjust tragedies of life and loves gone wrong.

His parents, whose lot had never included their fair share of young female energy about, more than accepted- encouraged- my refuge. Though I know they’d hoped for a more significant, longer-term relationship for all of us that was never going to be. It wasn’t like that. (Only because of them this thought saddened me.)

The three may never have known its importance for me at that time but I’ll never forget the welcome they extended to a broken teen at that house in East Bentleigh.

One day during this occupation at my second home I was presented with an ostensibly modest token:

“You’ve surely earnt your own mug by now”.

Ugly mug. Your outward appearance betrays your cherished memory. I could never throw you out.

Do tell me if you have a special mug you’ll never be rid of?


Storm Shadows

by Twitchy on September 8, 2014

“Mummy, lie with me. I can’t sleep, I’m scared.”

The wind howls outside her windows, whispering things she does not wish to hear.

I am here. She joins me as I place my head at the foot of the bed. For the next little while we are too smart to try to trick sleep over here.


“It’s too noisy.” She passes me a supportive corner of her blanket.
“I think it’s cosy,” I say softly, relaxed. “Don’t you think it’s nice to be all snug in bed when it’s blowy outside?”
I hear her thinking.

“Doesn’t your favouritest ever movie start just like this? Maybe you’ll dream of waking in a strange new land, full of interesting characters and adventure?”

Branches sway nearby. Her silence is that of the unconvinced.

“I like to close my eyes and pretend the sounds are those of the sea, calming waves breaking on the shore.”
“Yes, let’s listen.”
“Mummy I don’t want to close my eyes and I don’t want you to go.”

“Okay, I have an idea. Will you play? I’m going to turn all the lights off and raise the blinds up a bit. We’ll let the lights in from the park and watch the patterns our Elm tree makes on your walls when she moves with the wind. Are you with me?”
“I would be scared if you weren’t here.”
“Oh it’ll be fun. Trees have to stand still all day, they only get to move at times like now. We should watch.”

We lie back and watch the shadow show. Rectangles of light project in a row around the room.

Overlayed by one another, mesmerising wisps dance like nymphs across each other before our eyes.

“Is it fire? Or are we underwater?”
“Underwater! I see seaweed swaying about.”
“Me too.”

She jumps up from the bed and lifts a shade to see what lies beneath.

“Look Mummy! Pretty patterns… Are you proud of me?”
“Oh yes, I am.”


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