Anzac weekend short story: Toxic, by Michelle Duff

Anzac weekend short story: Toxic, by Michelle Duff

When she walked dripping into the lounge, hair wet from the shower, she took one look at Hamish and dropped her towel.He was holding her phone.—How long has it been going on for?His blue eyes blazed. She wanted to pluck them out and blow on them gently, cool them off. But the messages were there, and he had read them. It was too late for niceties.—Has what been going on? She was scrabbling around on the ground for her towel. Her hand wouldn’t wo…