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I’m Sorry

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‘I’m so sorry,’ Bob whimpered, as tears trickled down his cheeks. ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry I always gave you the smallest serve of the meals. I’m sorry I gave you hottest beer first. I’m sorry I put the chilli in your toothpaste, on the toilet seat, and on the rim of your beer glass. Sorry, I diluted your rum with tea when I pinched your stash. Continue reading “I’m Sorry”

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The House of Hurt

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I was once this country mouse in a big city house

blending in by wearing masks of tusks and feathers.

It’s where we’d met, smoking sunflowers, Continue reading “The House of Hurt”

Delineate

Delineate- R&R Ramblings

‘His nose was regal, no—hornish, no—bugle like. And it had all these blues lines spreading out across the bridge like a city’s streetscape at night.’

‘Ah, huh. Eyes?’

‘Oh, the eyes. Like the cobalt blue of a winter sky in the Outback, cold, empty and big.’

‘Ya could’ve just said blue. Shape?’

‘What do you mean shape?’

‘Almond, tiered, you know.’

‘No. Do you have a brochure of types to choose from?’ Continue reading “Delineate”

Tribal

Tribal- R&R Ramblings
The flames reflected the war paint smeared across hair and faces which only pronounced the shine in their eyes. The aroma of cooked liver and fried cables mingled with melting plastic that sizzled beneath the flames. The bass bellowed from the stereo competed with heartbeats as adrenaline spiked to the raw heavy metal pounding their ears.
 Ripped from a dream, the lights came on, and the sound stopped mid-metallic-scream.
 ‘What the hell is going on out here?’ The man’s voice echoed across the courtyard. Continue reading “Tribal”

Passer’s Parade

Passer's Parade

Stuck in peak hour traffic under a sweltering summer sun, the radio rambled about the traffic jam ahead. Everyone waited inside their vehicles that lined up like a disjointed snake sleeping along the highway. When the sound of a bee-buzzing whine grew louder, reminding me of a toy airplane that never takes off.

In the side mirror’s reflection, I spotted Continue reading “Passer’s Parade”

Unpredicted

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Heels echoed on the cool tiles amplified by the corridor’s walls. Watery mud created a snail trail by her once-white lace train, as petals from her strangled bouquet fell like Autumn attacks the trees. Make-up smeared like Continue reading “Unpredicted”

Graduation

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Graduating, already. Next its university, marriage, and then I’ll be a grandfather. Old. Like my father hunched over crossword puzzles grumbling about medical costs. Yet, Continue reading “Graduation”

A Tradition Is A Tradition

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He gulped and licked the salt from his lips. ‘Again, tell me why I’m doing this?’

‘You have to, it’s the rules of engagement,’ she said. Continue reading “A Tradition Is A Tradition”

The Halls of Parliament

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Main foyer, Parliament House, Darwin, Northern Territory, Australia. (Last night)

“I’ve got no balls.”

“But, I’m stripped bare.” Continue reading “The Halls of Parliament”

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