A Short Hike in Lundra

The rain tumbled down, drenching the over-soaked trail and casting a cloud over the decision to have a picnic.It was a bothered kind of rainfall, a cascade of laundry-flooded sheets that billowed and blanketed across the embattled countryside, rolling down hills and valleys so torrentially that the land was water-logged passed the point of etymology.Trudging … Continue reading A Short Hike in Lundra →

Knocker McArdle

Come closer me fellow for the chill of the winter makes tired work of telling a tale and I’ve been at rambling since the first blossom be bloomed—or should I say, so as long as the unspeakables be left unmentioned.The name’s Andy, Andy deHands, and it appears that we’re due to be acquainted, such are … Continue reading Knocker McArdle →

The Balendup Library Running Club II

And so, the four then became five.From terrified apologies to the vacuuming of the library lobby, Marla had rejoined the Balendup Library Running Club and the introduction of the ominously dusty Andrew to her fellow club members had both commenced and then slowly passed. The grey air was heavy outside as the languid shadow of … Continue reading The Balendup Library Running Club II →

Oxley Ln

Tree-lined and hemmed by footpath, Oxley Lane awoke to a bluster of wind drawn from the mountains and caught the faint drops of dew-frost in its passing. Gumnuts, past blossom and dry from the winter’s retreat, are shaken from their branches and fall, softly dropping upon the parked cars below, the hollow ding against windscreen … Continue reading Oxley Ln →

Ekilm

It was night.To all gathered within the candle-lined snug known the Bookmaker’s tavern, the night had arrived no less irregularly than the many previous. The routine of day had waxed and waned, and without occasion the lantern-moon had returned to the sky. But to one booth, still rapt in the joys of conversation, there was … Continue reading Ekilm →

A Mosquito

In the fading light of nocturne, a muddy-green sky is painted above a lonely valley while the dim air of Autumn below grows humid and pure.Within the gloom there begins a memory. Patch-marked trees were hung wearily with stillness as their drooping branches lay heavy and low; the rolling bluster of day at last faded, … Continue reading A Mosquito →

The Balendup Hills

Extract taken from C.F Peterson’s A Trundle Through the Balendup Hills - 1971. It was a sleepy day in the bush.An easy wind fluttered through leaves upon dreaming eucalypts and the thunk of a nearby kookaburra is heard as it falls from its branch in a bundle of feathers and a harangued squawk. It was … Continue reading The Balendup Hills →

A Note on My Fridge IV

Spirits of treachery, place down your lance and stab me not with your dispersions!Vile castigations cast with wyvern talon and ruinous slander shall be levelled not at me, but at the very roots of my familial line that affixes me to the ground.We are out of milk AGAIN! My cereal must be dry again. Barren … Continue reading A Note on My Fridge IV →

A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 5

Amalie watched the speaker for some time. The burn of static had stripped the paint from the speaker where it had embered, the wooden cabinet below left greyed with atrophy as it had died. She had seen the static; she had almost brought it into her station. Frantically the station operator began checking the receiver … Continue reading A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 5 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: A Merry Doctor Part 2

I don't often stride. Striding is a manner best held by those with the pinned back shoulders of a champion and the lifted head of a person not likely to trip over a misplaced bucket. It is a simple thing best left for those with gallant heart, the confident folk who ignore the rising slosh … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: A Merry Doctor Part 2 →