There’s a small child in the bed with us. I hold the sheet over me and reach down blindly to find clothes on the floor. Under the sheet I slip my underwear and t-shirt back on. So, this is dating now. One evening I find myself sitting in bed reading Hairy Maclary dog stories to the small child. ‘Out of the gate and off for a walk, went Hairy Maclary from Donaldson’s Dairy…’ It’s not my small child, it’s the son of the man I am seeing. My children are with their father tonight and I’m missing them. The father […]
The Best of New Writing in Australia
