After a neat little collection of supplies for our family dinner, I proceeded to pay. I opened my wallet and went to grab my card. No card. A quick hunt through my handbag. No credit card.
Every autumn, Dad and Mum picked berries while my brother and I, with our sieves, fished for yabbies and tadpoles. Once caught, we placed them in our glass jars to take home as pets. I liked to watch my tadpoles slowly turn into frogs, if they didn’t die or get eaten by our cats first.Read more "Story Behind the Painting (10)"
Exhausted, yet restless to advance
Ever onwards in a trance,
‘Your son’s room smells,’ they said.
For some months, when I opened that bedroom, I’d get a whiff of it. Perhaps it had been there years, but that earthy pong, blended in with the general household of aromas, and lost to our senses. Besides, my son would never allow us in his room.
You want success, don’t you?
Study hard! Cram!
A dear relative of mine had computer troubles, so eventually, after going computer-cold-turkey for a couple of days and giving me cause for concern, she rang her nearest and dearest computer-expert.Read more "Monday Missive: Help!"
I pointed from the boy group to the girl group. ‘You couldn’t find a partner for me, could you?’
‘Lee-Anne!’ Mrs. R said. ‘This is Hermannsburg, not Alice Springs!’
‘No stockman or lonely explorer, then?’
‘No, this is as good as it gets.’ She placed the glasses on the table. Besides, the blokes up here, I don’t think they’d be your type.’
Then I’m destined to be an old maid then. I sighed.