It started with a pair of gumboots. My neighbour of ten years, Mrs McNally, planted bright red geraniums in each one, then got Mr McNally to nail them to their front fence. I watched him do it while I was mowing the lawn. They were bright and charming, those gumboots, with their scarlet polka dots. … Continue reading Mrs McNally’s Garden
I’m driving, watching clouds,Seeing shapes, sometimes dancing, changing,Sometimes countries, trees, seahorses.Pale baby blue above the wisps,Shades of yellow, cream, bright greenDjilba colours by the road.Enjoying peace, quiet thoughtsDrifting as my wheels take me onAnd the sun graces the world with her rays.Another Subaru ahead, different model, Same age, same purple-blue, iridescent in the light,But also … Continue reading Momentum
A year went by without Rupert mentioning anything, but that didn’t mean he stopped thinking about it. You saw the references in his every move. In his hobby, his obsession, most especially. “That’s the last of them, I think,” he’d said, laying golden roses on the kitchen table. You’d looked out the window to the … Continue reading Letting a Wild Thing Grow
Suze dropped the black sack of Grandpa’s clothes next to an empty machine, fishing for coins in her pocket. She’d rather spend four dollars getting the old clothes clean than buying lollies on the way back from the salvo’s. Grandma’s volunteering stories about smelly garments dumped at her charity shop remained with her. It would … Continue reading Worn With Years
The holidays were ending; soon there would be fewer chances for us to gather all together in the woods by the park in the dusk among the midges and the brown grass near the river. Hanna hated the midges but we laughed at her so she would stick out her long pink tongue at us … Continue reading End of Summer
EMMA LOUISE GILL 