I used to see Davo and his ute (read: Pickup truck) driving around the suburb each and every Monday, no doubt on his way to work. Then, he simply disappeared. I didn't know him but imagined Davo's life was somewhat tragic. It turned out it was. Here is his story. Photo by Hassan OUAJBIR on… Continue reading Davo’s Idea of Fun
It seemed almost coincidental how it happened. So fortuitous. Like fate had lent a hand. Ella had travelled to Hong Kong on a whim, ostensibly to shop. A snap decision to get away from the mounting conflict at home. Living next door and sharing a common wall with one's ageing parents had its advantages, but… Continue reading Always Losing Your Umbrella?
Purple prose is flowery and ornate language. It sacrifices plot and clarity for indulgent detail. A piece of prose can be entirely purple, or it can have ornate bits sprinkled throughout. We call cases of the latter “purple patches. Purple prose is like showing up in stilettos to go on a hike. The language doesn’t… Continue reading Friendly Friday – The Colour of Purple Prose
Sometimes we need to treasure the moment before it passes, never to come again.
Can you smell that? I questioned my husband. More interested in the television screen and suffering from slight industrial deafness, his reply was an inaudible mumble of agreement. "Those kids are smoking," I hissed. Without waiting to hear a response, I continued, "The rules are the rules, after all." I'd had serious misgivings about hosting… Continue reading Harassment in a Heartbeat
Something to Ponder About 