R & R Ramblings

Fictional Fingertip Tapping Tales…




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”


Not Mine

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“Sorry, Sir, but your bill is now sixty days overdue.”

“Not mine. How did you get this landline number, its unlisted?” Continue reading “Not Mine”


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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”

The Personal Ad


As Popeye,

I’m seeking a new Olive Oyl to sail a sea of endless sunsets.

Must have personality first & be willing to drive a boat. Continue reading “The Personal Ad”

Olympic Proportions

My new antenna (1 of 1)

“So, Ol’ mate fetches a round from the beer-fridge and a stubby rolls out and smashes.”

“Where were you?” His pen clicked, poised above the clipboard

“With the rest of the blokes standin’ round the barbie, just shattered watchin’ that wasted beer spread across the cracked concrete.”

“Over a spilt beer?”

“It was tragic.”

“I see,” loosening his necktie. “Go on, please.” Continue reading “Olympic Proportions”

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”

Four Wheels Of Reason

We’re saved.” Rick waved his arms at the vehicle weaving along the dirt track.  His three companions rose from their gum tree shaded campsite, also waved with vigour. Continue reading “Four Wheels Of Reason”

Bush Strawberries

“Here, try one.” Continue reading “Bush Strawberries”

Awakening Daymare

The police baton banged along steel bars, the sound stabbing at my stirring brain.

“She’s awake,” called out the young constable carrying two coffee mugs.

I sat upright as the ceiling seem to drop on my head. “Oww,” palms cradled my oversized skull, powder coated eyeballs winced at my surroundings, while scents of stale socks combined with urine and soured cheese singed my sinuses. My throat was clogged with thick glue along and my tongue slick with sand. If this was awake, shoot me now. Continue reading “Awakening Daymare”

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