Waiting to Begin

by Amanda Prowse

Her moods balled the sunshine and lobbed it into the back yard to land with the weeds growing up through the patio and the discarded wood stacked in the corner, loitering without purpose. It put the house in permanent winter, which made her feel both powerful and guilty.

‘They happen so subtly you don’t notice, like a tanker a little bit off course and it only comes to light when it arrives in the wrong port. And there’s a captain scratching his head on deck, trying to figure out how it happened.’