We walked past a pair of gum trees bent in homage to the sacred place. A bell hung between them. I imagined Mum as a young girl racing across the red-hot sand of the compound, bare foot. “You were a wussy if you wore shoes,” she once told me.Read more "The T-Team with Mr. B — Glen Helen"
… he described money-saving qualities of a motorbike. I pointed out the dangers, my cousin’s friend had died in a motorbike accident.Read more "100-word Challenge — Have a Go"
‘Well, where are they?’ I asked.
‘I bet they’re late,’ Mr. K muttered.
We waited, breathing in the sea-air on the gentle breeze, admiring the sparkle on the deep blue water, the emerald-green grass, and the rugged coastline. Then I closed my eyes, lay on the towel and napped.
After some minutes, I remarked, ‘They’re taking their time.’
Keep our Mazda running from police
Light assaulted my eyes.
I blinked and rubbed what seemed to be sawdust from my dry eyes and stared at my son.
‘The air smells like smoke.’
Caught in the vortex of habits.Read more "Mid-Life Drama"
I think the water reflecting the sky, all silver, the people on the wet sand, a mirror, swaying and twisting for cockles captured my attention. I’d been there, on the glassy surface, watching for bubbles, grinding my heel into the bog, feeling for the sharp edges of shell and plucking out the cockles that snapped shut when exposed to air.Read more "Fantastic Fleurieu–Goolwa"