I arrived at the beach-front billionaire’s mansion, undetected. John reckoned the mansion belonged to the richest man on Mirror World, Hunter Driver.
Thus, the reason for John’s concern for me. ‘You be careful,’ he said as he dropped me at Monica’s. ‘Mr. Driver is not a nice man.’
And so, a joke endures in our family that time speeds up in Switzerland, perhaps owing to the mini-black hole created by the Large Hadron Collider.
Read more "Warped Time"Papa tipped his head. ‘We will work it out when we get there.’
‘But many hotels close over winter months.’
‘We sleep in the car, perhaps.’
I’m in the courtyard, lost in a forest of legs. I search for mummy’s legs. She has ones under her pretty aqua dress with frills at the bottom. That’s her new dress for Christmas. My mummy’s a dressmaker and she always makes a new dress for her and me at Christmas. I mean, what are daughter’s for but to be dressed up in the prettiest, frilliest dresses at Christmas?
Read more "Christmas, Australia 1960’s"The bungalow had the blinds drawn and what remained of the standard roses had shrivelled up in the heat and neglect. I forced the keys through the letters jammed in the letterbox that stood in testament amongst the standard rose effigies, and then climbed into the back seat of John’s Toyota Hilux utility.
‘There, that’s one thing I don’t need to feel guilty about,’ I muttered. I had started a collection of offences for which I needed absolution.
Bang! Bang! Bang! One of the boys hammered on the window. Dad pulled the Rover to the graded roadside.
C1, my older cousin climbed down clutching his head and groaned, ‘I have an awful headache.’
Bright lights hovered on the horizon. I slowed down. It could be a road train. The trinity of lights disappeared. Was I hallucinating? I checked my rear-vision mirror. Three spotlights danced in my mirror. The lights bounced and jiggled behind me and grew brighter and larger. I shielded my eyes against shafts of dazzling light.
Read more "Mirror World (43)"Virtual Travel–Cradle Mountain, Tasmania Revisited… This time in virtual travel, I’m revisiting one of my favourite isles; the Apple Isle, Tasmania. Today, in Adelaide where it is cold and “wintery”, it is good to remember when the K-Team the Younger hiked around Dove Lake on a beautiful Tasmanian summer’s day. Click on the link Cradle […]
Read more "K-T-Y: A Perfect Cradle Mountain Day"By the time fireworks were high in the sky in celebration a successful end to the music concert, I was speeding down the highway back to Adelaide. “Up for it”? What a lie. The first whiff of Boris and I bolted. Didn’t help the policeman being there. Sure he recognised me. Had to. He asked, ‘Have I seen you somewhere?’ May have been a line, but I took no chances. Didn’t trust ol’ Boris to protect me.
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