It’s peak hour. Highway’s crawling bumper to bumper. Then at the mercy of traffic lights, they sit and wait as a group. But individually… Continue reading “When traffic’s made to stop.” →
White flowers, the size of a freckle sun-kissing the skin, scatter like dots amongst the green carpet that lay beside the red-dirt trail. Amongst them, Continue reading “Wondrous Weeds” →
‘Ya gotta love European luxury,’ said Macka. One hand on the steering wheel. The other resting on the gear stick. Headlights slashed through the misty-grey fog, producing a Continue reading “The Car.” →
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