We charged along the unsealed highway with no break for lunch or snacks. Dad’s need to reach our destination of Kings Canyon before nightfall compelled him ever forward, resisting the temptation to rest.Read more "Famished"
Later, I decided the boxes of bazooka ammunition should go too. As the hatch flew open, I tossed them. They landed with a decisive thud, then a series of cracks and bangs like fireworks as they hit the flinty stone. Not such a clever idea.Read more "Not So Relieved…"
The police stopped us. They wanted to know what we were doing there.Read more "She’ll Be Right"
Recently I had the offer to borrow some characters. A new concept, I’d never considered borrowing characters for any of my novels before. Would I want to do them?Read more "Monday Missive: Write Tips"
My brother pumped the crank, winding it non-stop. Phut! No sound. Not even a click. He kicked the Rover’s tyre.Read more "Faith"
We journeyed, with frequent photo stops, through more mulga woodland, the Peterman Ranges making a charming mauve background to the valley of inky limbs holding up the blue-green canopy of leaves. The mountains behind the mulga groves tempted us, the soft breeze whispering through the gullies calling, “Come to us, explore us, see what we have to offer.”Read more "Disappointment at Docker River"
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.