Silence has a scent.
It’s where dust settles and breezes still. Continue reading “Scent of Silence”
“…But as the sun simmers its summer spin…”
An excerpt from “Summer’s Unshackled Sands” I wrote for Silver Birch Press found here:
Hope you’ll enjoy it.
“Tommyyyyyyy,” hollered the housekeeper from the front door.
“Stop ya bellowin’,” his boots echoed on the wooden floorboards. “What, woman?”
“This came in the mail, got proper paperwork ‘n everythin’.” She passed the envelope and pointed outside. Continue reading “It came in the mail”
‘Eating meat this year, Jen?’
‘Your sister’s name is Jenny.’ Mum wiped palms upon her apron, following Dad’s swagger from the kitchen carrying the prize turkey.
Jenny’s fingertips traced the delicate outline of the crocheted threads in Grandma’s lacework spread across the food-laden table. The silent witness to another annual passing parade of corrupt cousins, divorced aunts, and derelict uncles. Continue reading “Functioning at a Dysfunctional Function”
The Outback’s flooded.
Unseasonal rain has turned red dust to mud. Roads needed boats. Dirt track and side ditches became running ravines. Cliffs flushed into waterfalls, and a desert wasteland was transformed into a sea of green. Continue reading “Blink and you’ll miss it…”