Story Therapy

  Image by AI How a son learns to accept the love that reshapes his world Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :   The Pink Mutiny ,   The Black Waters ,   Dream In Shackles The car slowed, then drifted to the kerb with a soft crunch of gravel. Arjun looked up from his maths notes, confused. His mum never stopped like that. Not mid‑sentence. Not mid‑road. Not with that tightness in her jaw. Maya kept both hands on the wheel. Her breath trembled. “Arjun… my child… I need to talk to you.” He waited for the grin. The surprise. The holiday announcement. Every year after exams they’d gone somewhere — Gold Coast, Cairns, Hobart, Queenstown. He could almost smell the sunscreen. But Maya didn’t smile. “I’m leaving your dad.” The world thinned. The air felt wrong. Arjun’s throat tightened as he tried to summon his father’s voice in his head — This is normal… this happens… you accept what you can’t change… But nothing came. Maya stared ahead, eyes glas...

  Image by AI A baby lost. A forest watching. A parrot who refused to leave. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles The forest shivered with a sound Mithu had never heard before — a child’s cry, thin and broken, drifting through the trees like a wounded bird. “Mama… mama… no?” the little one whimpered, stumbling away from the pit where the earth still trembled with the violence done moments ago. Mithu fluttered to a lower branch, heart pounding in his tiny chest. The baby’s bare feet scraped against stones. Her hands reached into the empty air as if searching for someone who would never answer again. “Papa… gone? Home? Mama… Mithu…?” she sobbed, her voice cracking like dry leaves. A low howl echoed from deep inside the forest — long, hungry, too close. The child froze. Mithu did not. He swooped down, circling her head, calling out the only words he knew from the woman who had loved her: “My baby… my l...