Holly, our tabby, crouched in a tense ball in the passage facing the bathroom entrance. In the freshly cleaned bathroom, Holly’s nemesis, the black and white cat (BW) snarled at her.Read more "Backyard Yarns–Furry Feline"
Who would’ve thought the latest pandemic would act as the perfect cover, leading to a run on toilet paper.Read more "100-Word Challenge: The Parable of the Toilet Roll"
I watched, guarding my books from being flung out of the window, again.
Mum stood on the porch, and with hands on her hips, remarked, ‘And how are you going to get out of this one?’Read more "100-Word Challenge: Worked…"
“Donuts! I want donuts!” my teenage body screamed. Fresh baked donuts with cinnamon sugar on top. Hot donuts that burnt the inside of my mouth.Read more "Donuts on Phillip Island"
When the backyard was clear of interfering adults, Wally’s harassment of the girls, particularly Minna, intensified. It began with vicious name calling, progressed to pinching and poking, and then escalated into soda warfare.Read more "Thumm Christmas continued"
What was a logistical nightmare for Minna’s parents, aunts and uncles, was joy for Minna as her favourite cousin Holly visited from Switzerland. But she cringed on spotting Wally. (Grandma had felt sorry for his mum). That sense of pity didn’t extend to Minna as that dreaded ring-in, and school bully, scowled at Minna. So, she avoided Wally, and concentrated her attention on Holly.Read more "Boxing Day Special"
‘Hello, Liesel, it’s not working. Captain Fahrer’s depressed as ever. I don’t know how much lower moral can get. Do you realize this’s the fifth time we’ve visited this planet? In as many months?’ Smith stamped the ground. ‘Every time he climbs that mountain, he comes down even more depressed. I can’t take it any longer.’Read more "Out ouf the Chocolate Box (22)"
Several kangaroos bounded across the sealed road in front of us. We slowed, keeping a wary eye on the wildlife that seem to have an attraction for roads and cars at dusk. Once in the camping ground, we followed the clearly numbered camp sites until we found ours.
Mr K set up the tent with little help from me. I just held the poles while he hammered pegs into the hard ground pitted with stones. He made sure the Ford stood between our tent and the gum tree.
I hide in the hollow of a log. It is damp and mossy and smells funky. Night falls. The crickets chirp, owls hoot, the other animals growl, squeak and squawk. I am cold, hungry, and all alone in the dark.Read more "Out of the Chocolate Box (20)"