MORE MISSION AND MAYHEM FREE

Monica guided me to the decontamination cubicle. “Nothing. You stay there. I’ll get you some nice, calming magazines.”
I chased her and grabbed her sleeve. “You’re not telling me something. What’s been happening? Did someone get hurt in the missile attack?”
“Nothing for you to worry about.” Holding my elbow, she directed me back into the chamber. “You need to rest.”
I pushed each side of the door. “I’m not moving or resting till you tell me.” I had to ask but part of me didn’t want to hear the news. “Is it Fox?”
Monica looked up at the ceiling, the door, the water-cooler; anywhere but at me.

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OVERWORKED

We dragged our weary bodies back to where we camped the previous night. After such a generous lunch, my legs ached, and lugging the heavy load of a back pack, all I wanted to do was sleep.

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NEW YEAR’S MISSIVE (2)

But, isn’t it true to say, we are all withered, broken, dysfunctional and can’t be fixed in some way? You don’t have to look far in your community, the internet, the news to see this world and mankind in it is seriously not perfect.
What would you do about the world if you were a supreme being who could manage its destiny?

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MT. CONNER CHALLENGE

Trekking with the T-Team 1981…
‘Oh, we’ll be hiking for quite a while,’ Dad said erring on the side of pessimism. ‘The cliffs are five miles away.’
‘Well, what’s this then?’ C1’s voice floated back through a thick wad of tee tree.

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NEW YEAR’S MISSIVE

My Dad’s old SLR film camera, the Konica—you know, the one that gave him trouble on his Central Australian safari, Travelling with the T-Team 1977—after he passed, mum found it in its leather case. The light metre on the camera was broken.
‘What do I do with this?’ asked Mum.

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