Fiction: Nineties Song

An excerpt from another project set in Los Angeles published in Litro Magazine.


Wan Yi got out of bed and tried to find her clothes. As she picked them up she realised she hadn’t thought about the morning. She hadn’t brought something to change into. If any of her neighbours saw her in that lacy dress transparent in far too many places and her 4 inch stiletto heeled boots when she got out of her car while her husband was away, they would definitely talk. Even if they don’t mention it to him, it could still get back to him.

Roberto had Hole’s “Violet” on way too loud. She had mentioned she loved nineties music. He bopped his head and body to the hard bass line that would suddenly come through during the chorus. He played the bass after all.

She had to shout.

“Can I borrow a T-shirt and a pair of jeans please? I’ll buy it off you in case I never come back.”


“So my neighbours won’t talk.”

Nineties Song

Becoming a Chinese Mother

"Then after he was born, something even odder happened. I fell in love with floral patterns and wanted to decorate my home similarly to my mother’s and other older ladies’. I was inexplicably attracted to ugly, furry, dust attracting plush rabbits in supermarket aisles. Every time I saw one, I wanted to hug and buy it, and sometimes I did both. I also started to involuntarily smile at babies and small children for no apparent reason. These behavior confused me, but if I were being honest with myself, I would have had to admit that floral decor, stuffed bunnies, and little people made me happy.”

Most of all, motherhood made me want the best for my baby. My values, my ideas of “the best”, changed. Previously, I wanted my child to be brave, follow his impossible dream, and succeed. However, once he was born, I knew my job was to protect him and as much I could. To make his life as smooth as painless as possible."