Dad sucked on his lemon (a proven refreshment and guard against dehydration). ‘About a-quarter-to-twelve.’ He continued to sit and suck on his lemon as if in no hurry.
‘A-quarter-to-twelve?’ I stood. ‘We’ll never get there. We can’t even see the trig.’
‘Didn’t you hear Herr Biar? Boris seems to be gone for now. Usually Boris conducts the church service and tells the people what to do.’
‘Boris? But he’s evil.’
‘We know that. The Biars know that. But the other villagers—apparently don’t.’
A dear relative of mine had computer troubles, so eventually, after going computer-cold-turkey for a couple of days and giving me cause for concern, she rang her nearest and dearest computer-expert.
Read more "Monday Missive: Help!"In the car-park, tall eucalypt trees spread their blue-green canopy over the clearing and a growing population of four-wheel drive vehicles, cars, buses and tourists. ‘Wow! It’s only 9am and look at all the tourists!’ I exclaimed.
‘I thought you said this was the best gorge of the lot.’ Mr. B grimaced. ‘What’s all these tourists doing here?’
‘They must know it’s the best gorge,’ MB replied.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Amie bolted upright.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Amie nudged Wilma. ‘What is it?’
The hairs at the nape of my neck stood on end. I had a bad feeling about this. I needed to warn the others. This man was bad news.
Read more "Warning!"I pointed from the boy group to the girl group. ‘You couldn’t find a partner for me, could you?’
‘Lee-Anne!’ Mrs. R said. ‘This is Hermannsburg, not Alice Springs!’
‘No stockman or lonely explorer, then?’
‘No, this is as good as it gets.’ She placed the glasses on the table. Besides, the blokes up here, I don’t think they’d be your type.’
Then I’m destined to be an old maid then. I sighed.
