She walks upstairs and looks at me. “He’s offering a holiday or something.” “Hang up,” I whisper. She hands me the phone. I press the button. The phone rings a second time. I press the button twice, quickly. The phone rings. I press the button and listen. I can hear people talking in the background. Eventually somebody says “at least you could have the decency to say you’re not interested. »
Somewhere amongst the wind and the traffic noise I looked across Bell St to notice two policemen and one man. He struggled a little as they tried to place him against the back doors of their van, hands in the air. A moment later he struggled again, and I saw the exact moment of indignity as he was shoved on his knees and face-planted while they handcuffed him. The traffic flowed on. »
approaching a large corner-turning moment wondering if i’m doing the right thing or if it will change me irrevocably. i worry too much about these things but what if…? »
a gentle readjustment of possibilities now that her exam is over it’s hard to throw oneself out the door more than was strictly necessary i’d become accustomed to the stay-at-home lifestyle getting extra work done in the evenings and random research has its occasional rewards but now knowing it’s not as necessary as it was a strange tiredness clouds my mind it’s hard to move and equally hard to stay put. »
“jesus owns melbourne” said the sticker on the fridge in another person’s home they’d thrown open the doors for half an hour who wants to buy? like so many others in this area we’d already seen the house was from another era green carpets brown slippers a musty smell and a quiet frailty maybe someone’ll shut the wire screen door after feeding the cat out back and turn the radio on low »