One Eyed World of Wonder.

From slumbering darkness, I’m whipped into bright light and warm air – but where?

In the car, balancing on the steering wheel, we’re roaming a new road. Be it dirt, sand, or asphalt, I’ve been there, crossing countless kilometres, to scan sunsets, sunrises and storm clouds. I’ve felt the wind, the smog, and arid desert dust, and sweltered within the humid monsoons. But nothing is scarier than to cringe against a bushfire’s slickened heat, where wounds and memories are healed within the smooth roll of cool salty seas.

I’ve faced wide-eyed green tree frogs awakening for the change of tropical seasons and kissed sand covered dog noses. I’ve flinched at a Barramundi’s watery tail-flick propelling above water-lily riddled billabongs. It was a place to track a sea eagle’s wingspan that’s mirrored across stilled waters at dawn’s first light.

I’ve been swallowed amongst the street mazes, darkened alleys, and shifting crowds. Dodged bike wheel rolls and rumbling engines. Stooped before hovering helicopters. Eyed roaring planes soaring above skeletal cranes, peppering overpopulated city skylines.

Yet, I’ve basked in this galaxy’s starlit skies of silence, while camped on secluded summits to watch the eclipsing blood moon spread shadows across the desolate outback.

I’ve witnessed weddings, celebrations, and ancient mystical ceremonies. The loud and proud singing shouts of team players. And yet, I still heard a child’s whispering wish follow a falling star.

This world contains much beauty which my owner wants me to see. As I aim, focus, snap and save, with hope of sharing and keeping what they see is true.

Then I’m shoved into darkness once again.

Brought out, stripped down. Memory’s downloaded. Battery’s re-charged. Lens cleaned. Then packed away. Ready.

And I wait.

Until my eye’s re-opened to capture another small part of this planet’s picturesque magnificence.

(300 words)

First published 20/10/2015



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The Car.

‘You’ve gotta love European luxury,’ said Macka, with one hand on the steering wheel, the other rested on the gear stick. He stared beyond the headlights slashing through the misty-grey fog, producing a tunnel-like vision of the shiny motorway ahead. ‘I feel like King-of-the-road in this car.’

‘I’m hearin’ ya,’ said Robbie. Wearing the standard blue-collar grunge, while this car whispered white-collar-royalty. He embraced the moment with nose in the air, waving like the Queen of England. His body was perfectly cocooned in the passenger seat as he admired the sumptuous leather detailing. ‘This is the best chair on the planet. Seriously, this chair belongs in my lounge-room. It’s even got that new car smell.’ He adjusted the vents and the air brushed against his ruddy cheeks like a warm summer’s breeze. It was a welcoming break from the external winter night. ‘You can’t hear the outside world. This thing’s got no rattles and no engine noise.’

‘It’s like we’re in a travel-bubble,’ said Macka, nodding slowly while maneuvering the prestigious vehicle into the misty back streets of suburbia.

Robbie poked at the many buttons, dials and gadgets on the centre console. ‘So, whose car is it?’

‘It’s no ones,’ replied Macka.

‘What’d’ya mean, no one’s?’

Macka tenderly stroked the side of the door. ‘No one was there when I found her. An’ she just sang to me…’

‘You on somethin’, Macka?’ He arched an eyebrow at Macka feeling-up the car like it was a pet dog.

‘No.’ Macka frowned while caressing the steering wheel. ‘She had this song playing on her stereo, Jump-in-my-car—’

‘Don’t you dare sing to me!’

Thankfully stoping Macka mid-gasp.

Robbie shook his head as he opened the glove compartment. ‘There’s no papers? You’d expect there’d be some manual, even rentals have advertising crap in their cars. Everyone has some rubbish in their cars, like receipts, chip packets, chewing gum wrappers…’ He twisted around to the back seat that was completely empty. No dirt on the carpet. No prints on the windows. This car was brand spanking new. ‘Seriously, Macka, where’d ya get it?’

‘In the park and there she was all alone. Door open. Engine running. Stereo singing to me. I reckon I’ll keep her. Reckon I’ll drive her round for a bit.’

‘Cops’ll be lookin’ for it.’

‘Err, why?’

‘Think about it.’ Robbie pushed one palm to the ceiling, the other hand gripped the door and braced himself.

‘Bugger! We’re in a STOLEN CAR!’ Macka slammed both work-boots onto the brakes and the car screeched to a halt in the middle of the street.

Flinging both front doors open, the two men bolted into the night leaving the car all alone. Doors open. Engine running. Lights on. Stereo singing…

First published 02/11/2015

(465 words)


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