Mr. K (my husband) and I parked ourselves on the lawns near the Hallett Cove foreshore. I sat on my towel and looked around at the families enjoying their picnics, and dogs chasing frisbees.
‘Well, where are they?’ I asked.
This morning, we raced along the road parallel to the MacDonnell Ranges, dipping into the gorges, Dad verbally ticking the boxes of gorges visited, speeding in and out of each one, snapping photos just to prove our having been there, done that.
Read more "MacDonnell Gorges"Is it to paint a sale-worthy product? Is my goal merely to make money out of my paintings? If it was, then, I might as well pack up my art supplies, store them in the garage, vege-out on the couch and watch Netflix shows.
Read more "Journey to Final"Arthur Fleischer had not slept. Nor had he eaten. Although, he pretended to do both. He didn’t want his son worrying. He witnessed Walter creeping into camp at goodness knows what hour. He witnessed the altercation between Walter and Nathan.
Read more "LOST WORLD OF THE WENDS (13)"C1 and C2 picked out miscellaneous items they’d forgotten to pack. C1 placed his purchases on the weathered bench and reached for his back pocket. He patted it, and his eyes widened. He jammed his fingers into his pocket, patted his side pockets, and pushed his hands into them and pulled out the lining. He glanced around his feet. ‘Oh, oh! I think I left my wallet behind in the creek,’ he said.
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When Herr Biar and his son, Amie and Joseph dragged their dripping bodies back to the house, Frau Biar was on the front porch sweeping the last of the cockroach carcases into a pile on the garden path.
‘Ooh! Someone’s been unartig! Sehr unartig!’ Wilma said.
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