Ziva squeezed into her cropped jeans wanting to look her best, her conversations with Vicky were amazing, she ended each feeling high, happy and eager for the next. She shook loose her thick black hair admiring herself, signing heavily, she checked the time, a shower would have been great, except she was late leaving. LooseningContinue reading “Ziva: Vicky Cavanagh”
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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”
Ziva: Happy Cats and Dog
Ziva observed her fur babies, Asher, the most playful spent his day racing through the house. He had an abundance of energy, greater than the other two combined, happiest when jumping, pouncing, and attacking his squeaky catnip toy. Patches remained aloof, she asserted her importance at every opportunity making it clear, the bed when ZivaContinue reading “Ziva: Happy Cats and Dog”
Ziva: What Could Have Been…?
Arian moved back to Newcrest his life had been hectic, married to Lavina, starting a family, their new baby due in ten weeks and work, so it came as a pleasant surprise when he called Ziva. A rave on the bluffs, featuring two new DJs, International Ian and Triangular Top, the secrecy had turned intoContinue reading “Ziva: What Could Have Been…?”
Ziva: Fiona… and Sleep.
Fiona spent her initial stay protected, Jerome erected a wood divider, holes big enough for a nose to sniff at the curious cat. Toilet training could be problematic, Ziva had to wait, the cats occupied with food, hunting, or sleeping upstairs. The regular swapping of bedding stimulated strong opinions, Asher growled at the new scent,Continue reading “Ziva: Fiona… and Sleep.”
Ziva: And they call it…
Friendships are amazing, established bonds mean knowing what tickles them, perfect for the Humour and Hijinks contest. Ziva preferred to taste the food, all the flavours of the city tantalised her palate with each visit. At previous festivals she avoided telling jokes, instead handing over the microphone, a lack of confidence in her ability toContinue reading “Ziva: And they call it…”
Ziva: A Celebration of a Single Woman
Listening to Emilie, she realised how relationships tested emotions, at least that with her brother. Emilie thought through every detail of what she and Rylan said during quarrels. Ziva braced herself against the sea breeze, wrapping her coat tight, these walks helped to unwind, the ocean reminding her she was a duck at the edgeContinue reading “Ziva: A Celebration of a Single Woman”
Ziva: Nerd Brain Aspiration
It had been ages, Ziva grooved, the dancefloor filled, friends, their partners, strangers, she missed these crazy nights. A couple of drink loosens the crowd, her eyes watered as the light show illuminated them, ears ringing, DJ BoomKitty’s bass throbbed through the chest wall, making the crowd its slave. Ziva allowed herself few extra drinks,Continue reading “Ziva: Nerd Brain Aspiration”
Rylan and Ziva: The New Baby
Ziva’s jogging came under pressure, the cat colony preservation, babysitting Eliza, and work commitments, she felt exhausted. Eliza enjoyed feeding the cats and was often distracted by dogs chasing about, keen to take them home. While the strays seemed friendly, Ziva worried how they may react to the overzealous toddler. A reduction in takeaway andContinue reading “Rylan and Ziva: The New Baby”
Ziva: Animal Care
When it came to her cats, Ziva went above and beyond, her meals were bland, simple and if distracted, burnt. The cats had the finest gourmet dishes prepared for them, the taster was Patches, she purred, sat upon the fridge staring down at Ziva’s efforts. Dark chicken meat, reserved from the Sunday Roast, rice, potatoContinue reading “Ziva: Animal Care”
By the Grace of Sim Gods 