Out of the Chocolate Box (42)

We walked the path from the beach. The Convent emerged over the dune before us, reminding me of Le Mont St. Michel in Brittany; beautiful, yet imposing.
Already the incoming tide consumed the sand on the shore.
‘Do you think Trigger will be alright?’
Günter gazed over to the Convent and for some time remained silent.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (34)

No, Boris activity has escalated in the Centre over the past six months.’ Delaney chewed her gum faster. ‘What he’s been doing with the Indig has concerned us, hasn’t it, Hooper.’
‘We’ve reported it,’ Hooper said.
‘But no one on Earth is listening.’

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Aussie Summer Tales (2)

For a moment I thought they might have really been special residents from the local estate, or at least some odd orphans from the Children’s Home up the road. They were peculiar enough. I recoiled. ‘Er, where exactly are you from? I mean no one goes around in so much hot clothing on a hundred-degree day.’

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Aussie Summer Tales (1)

I squinted and studied the two colourful blobs on the sandhill. ‘Er, how d’ya know they’re residents?’ I asked Monica.

Monica splashed me. ‘Well, just look at them! It’s a hundred degrees and they’re dressed in clothes.’

I sighed and began to wade out the water.

‘Minna! What? You’re not going! They might be dangerous!’ Monica begged after me but did not move from her safe spot.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (30)

‘Oh, I couldn’t do that,’ Boris replied. ‘You see, you two are just not cooperating, you have to be dealt with—now, what’s the best way to eliminate you—slowly—and painfully?’ Boris cackled. ‘Ah, flies, how could I forget the flies?’
Our contention with bugs just became worse. Flies descended from out of nowhere and onto us. Eyes, nose, ears—no place was sacred for flies. Our moves fending off roaches now included swishing of our faces, the Aussie salute, as the flies mobbed us as if we were corpses.

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