Story Therapy

  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...

  A shocking tale of identity, betrayal, and the doctor who rewrote dozens of lives. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles She was halfway across the pedestrian crossing on Collins Street when her phone buzzed again — the same unknown number, the same message preview that made her stomach drop. “We need to talk. It’s about your father.” The tram bell clanged, jolting her back. She stepped onto the footpath, heart thudding, breath sharp in the cool Melbourne air. She didn’t open the message. She couldn’t. Not here, not with strangers brushing past, not with her pulse hammering like she’d just sprinted the length of Bourke Street Mall. She shoved the phone into her coat pocket and kept walking, but the words followed her like a shadow. It’s about your father. Except the man she called her father had been dead for twelve years. And the person texting her claimed he wasn’t her father at all. ...