Memoir Missive on Friday–Gutter-Ball Girl
The weeks dragged by with each Saturday morning, the same routine, gutter-balls, untouched pins and my Dad’s platitudes.
Travelling Friday–Ellery Creek
The cliffs glowed golden-red in the late afternoon sun. A sign by the rippled waters warned of currents and to take care if swimming.
Family History Friday–AI: What’s For Dinner?
Think of Game of Thrones, which is based on the Wars of the Roses, and you get the picture.
Memoir Missive on Friday — Pearl
By the time I returned, the computer was just about to start. Gerry blathered on the phone, and the tech guy crouched over another computer, parts scattered over the floor of our office come passage.
100-Word Challenge–When You Gotta Go
‘Please, Miss,’ his voice mocking, ‘I have to go.’ Sniggers rippled throughout the classroom.
Travelling Friday–Arkaroola
We scraped together the cash amount for the three-nights of accommodation and emptied our wallets of all but a few notes. Romantic dinners in the restaurant, off our menu …
Family History Friday–My “Convict” History
21st-century standards in the West. But then, so were the crimes of shiploads of convicts who were transported from Britain and Ireland to Australia in the early 19th century.
Backyard Tales–Molly’s Misadventure
I gasped. ‘Oh, no! You haven’t lost her. Like Zorro. The last time, when Mum went to Sydney, New Year’s Eve 2000 with all the fireworks, Zorro got spooked.
100-Word Challenge–Worked
In an ocean of soft cement, Dad looked around him, lost. ‘Er … um … I’ll work it out.’
Arty Travel Friday–Mt. Giles
The men looked at me, their eyes narrowed. ‘To which point?’ Dad spoke for them all. For the next few precious minutes, the men bantered about what option to take, cutting me out of the decision-making.
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