Emilie: Torn Apart

The name “Eliza”, forbidden, Rylan refused to back down or discuss making amends with their daughter. He had disowned her; exclaiming it was her who needed to grovel, seek forgiveness from the family until she did, he had done with her. Emilie sobbed; the family she’d worked so hard to create, torn; the hostility withinContinue reading “Emilie: Torn Apart”

Rylan: Spooky Day

Spooky day was nothing special in the Rodriguez household which surprised Eliza since her parents loved mischief. Eliza knew the request was a rouse to bring reconciliation with her father, they had remained hostile since their argument, and neither was willing to submit to an apology. Patrick pushed past, arms ladened with pumpkins, a gruntedContinue reading “Rylan: Spooky Day”

Emilie: “No News is Good News”, Right?

A sudden weather change had everyone on edge; Charlotte coped, managing her time and emotions by copying her sister’s pattern. She hoped the routine Eliza kept would share its clues, and Charlotte would find her. The mission, documented in a journal, failed to share its secrets. Emilie wondered if the young detective was on toContinue reading “Emilie: “No News is Good News”, Right?”

Emilie: Empty Leads

Sparky tugged the lead, he sniffed the air, plants trees, Emilie wondered if they were clues or for the pleasure of being a dog, either way, he looked to have fun with their outings. Emilie glanced, the neighbourhood occupied itself, mundane and forgetful of the missing. She hoped, to see raven-hair bouncing towards her, orContinue reading “Emilie: Empty Leads”

Rylan: Gone

The family slept, Sparky barked, howled, pawing the door, Rylan groaned, padding downstairs annoyed at the late hour, assuming it was a toilet emergency, Rylan opened the door. Sparky sniffed, darting towards the road, Rylan hollered, but Sparky disappeared. Emilie had checked the children, Patrick slept obvious to the chaos, and Charlotte cried, frightened sheContinue reading “Rylan: Gone”

Eliza: Birthday Girl

“Don’t wake the Llama” is a game of strategy, a steady hand and luck. Eliza teased the log, aware the Llama already rocked; it sat precarious and stared, daring her to make a mistake. It was her special day; nothing was stopping her from winning, except Charlotte; she glared needing, Eliza to topple the logsContinue reading “Eliza: Birthday Girl”

Eliza: Volunteering, Tantrums, and Extra Credit

Newcrest Junior encouraged parents involvement in extra-school activities, although Emilie felt attendance was compulsory rather than voluntary. She spent days in the kitchen whipping cake mix, creating brownies and cookies all ready for the Bake sale, raising money for sports equipment. The hall, chaotic, with nothing prepared and parents, had arrived with arms full ofContinue reading “Eliza: Volunteering, Tantrums, and Extra Credit”

Ziva: French Toast Romance

Ziva moved, sofa, kitchen porch, unable to settle her nerves, the paper sticking to her sweaty fingers, shaking as she dialled the number. A cheerful voice greeted her, followed by a surprised and nervous giggle, as Ziva explained tripped her words, rushing to explain who she was. Vicky’s voice gave Ziva goosebumps, her confidence cameContinue reading “Ziva: French Toast Romance”

Rylan: Settling into Family Life…?

Emilie felt redundant, Eliza took up responsibility for teaching her brother new things. She came home excited to tell him all she learned, giving guidance when building block towers and reading to him to help with his language skills. Patrick watched her leave for school, arm stretched high, waving frantically, and when she was dueContinue reading “Rylan: Settling into Family Life…?”

Eliza and Patrick: Food

Getting toddlers to savour new foods could be a challenge, Eliza was adamant regarding what textures passed her lips, Patrick wanted everything. Rylan surrendered to Eliza, she knew her mind, chocolate made its way to her plate to keep her quiet. It was his fault, describing spaghetti as worms, the olives that topped the tacoContinue reading “Eliza and Patrick: Food”