The problem was that the boy could not lie still long enough for the sun’s rays to catch the patches of skin that weren’t dirt blocked. A small girl in little more than grubby shorts and a singlet joined her brother on the roof and a tussle on the hot tin roof ensued. The mum, head clad with a brightly coloured beanie risked creeping forward the van to sort out her charges.Read more "Out of Time (7.1)"
When I first began blogging 6 years ago, one of my first international visitors was from the Bahamas. I imagined that person sitting on the beach sipping their mint julep, reading from their jewel-studded iPad, and dreaming of the Central Australian adventure I had written. Just one person but imagining that person made all the difference to me, that they had connected with my story.Read more "Monday Musings–How to Blog…"
August smiled. ‘You’ll always be Al to me. Remember how we met?’
‘What? You mean your wife? Or me?’
Bushbaby Survivor, a pastel painted in 2021…Read more "Bush Fire Survivor –Feature Painting (c) L.M. Kling 2021"
Letitia carefully opened the door, mindful not to hit the gleaming chassis of a brown HR Holden Premier to her left. Will stood, key poised, waiting as she prised her body through the narrow gap left to get out of the car. Once she had nudged the door shut, Will twisted the key in the lock in the driver’s side door and all the doors locked with a satisfying click.Read more "Out of Time (6.2.1)"
I believed her and assumed we’d have plain old ice-cream for dessert. J returned unannounced. ‘Oh!’ She put her hand to her mouth. ‘Just stay there, don’t go away.’ She vanished out the door.Read more "Verboten in Hermannsburg"
Morning tea and the pair who appeared as mother and son, picnicked on the banks of a river that accommodated the oldest bridge in Tasmania, if not Australia. Letitia admired the family of ducks that possessed this sloped grassy land, while Will wandered off to investigate some prospective investment property.Read more "Out of Time (6.1)"
Settling near a waterhole framed by reeds, Dad built up a fire on the coarse sand while our family friend, TR rolled up his trousers and dipped his toes in the pool. ‘Hey!’ He pointed and did a little dance. ‘A fish! I see a fish!’Read more "T-Team Series–Ormiston Gorge"
The inane IGSF symbol menaced the screen a touch longer than it ought to. Letitia shuddered. She had never contended with a computer of this particular vintage.Read more "Out of Time (5.4)"
‘O-oh!’ Dad uttered as the Rover’s underside scraped over some boulders. When our vehicle continued to move, though slowly, we all sighed with relief.
‘O-oh!’ Dad gritted his teeth and sucked air through the gaps in them. The Rover jolted to a stop. The engine screamed. The body rocked. The wheels spun. ‘O-oh! I think we’re bogged.’
Mr. B groaned, ‘I hope that doesn’t mean we’re sleeping on this god-forsaken creek tonight.’Read more "T-Team Series–Palm Valley"