. . . with pictures of the furniture for their party which was a wedding to which I wasn’t invited and they flew away when I asked for them to stand still so I could take their photo and they said No! and I was very upset but can I take a photo of your picnic tables and they looked at each other and one … Continue reading A Fairy Story. . .
Melbourne Herald-Sun Newspaper report. Page five. Boys seen fighting on beach. One Asian and the other Australian. The boy had come down from the bush. He had a story to tell but he didn’t really understand the story himself or the different points in the story. What I mean is this: – if he had understood then the story might never have needed telling. … Continue reading Misadventure?
This is what I am going to do. I am going to publish my stories as a page. Most of you know what that is but some won’t. A page appears on a blog in a slightly different place. Every time I publish a story I will add it to this post which will always be available and I will give you the Link. There … Continue reading My stories. The list.
There was noise in the lounge room. A scuffling, scratching, slurpy noise. And a grunting sort of satisfying Bear noise. I called from my bedroom, “What’s going on out there, Bear?” “Strawberry Jam and Honey,” he replied. It was well after my time to get up for my next cup of coffee but the sound of Bear and impending doom sparked a minimal burst of … Continue reading Goodnight Bear.
I am going to break away from the ideas I have set out in the last number of posts. I said I would post every two days and that would be that. But I am impatient and I feel compelled to keep writing all the time. Uma and Peggy said something about fleshing things out when they commented on the “Lost and Found in The … Continue reading The desert close up.
They were young. There were two of them: friends. The young sometimes believe that they are touched with rare maturity. The young are also, to a varying degree, often lost. There is a distance between being lost and finding yourself; it may be measured in miles or in minutes, in yards or in years. Sometimes you find yourself long, long before you know you are … Continue reading Lost and Found in the Desert.
Yesterday Uma and Peggy, both but at different times, queried my statement that I was only going to leave “The Baton” up for two days and replace it with a new story and then to continue the process. I told Uma it was an experiment, but it is actually a bit more than that. I probably need to explain on extra detail; each post will … Continue reading The experiment.
I don’t know how memory works. I don’t know what’s going on in the brain. Are there cells that are like the memory on my hard drive, or is something magic happening? Does it get stored in ‘the Cloud’? Since Ian died I suppose I have been letting the ideas of aging and dying creep forward into the front of my thoughts. I’m not getting … Continue reading The Baton
Yes Andrew. Do you want me to retell the whole story? We had no jack so we dug a trench under the car to get to the problem. Continue reading Special for Andrew.
Is it true? Did you really do that? These were asked of me by my (elder) sister some time ago and I said I would put a code at the top of my stories. (She was in Ethiopia for a lot of my life and most of the bad things I did were hidden from her.) So it was something like T3-7F which would mean … Continue reading Is it true or is it not true??