called Melanie as soon as Joelle walked through the door on Friday evening. Joelle looked. Mel was sitting at the table, pen in hand, contemplating an untidy pile of white, addressed envelopes, a box of unused envelopes, a stack of paper which appeared to be copies of the ...
Danny hadn’t given proper directions in his scrawled response to her letter, just “ask for Danny’s place at the Kullanurra pub” and the woman there had said, “it’s about eight or nine kilometres from the Majura Road turn-off. On the left.” She glanced at the odometer. Seven point eight. Nearly th...
The sound system pumped out a deafening dance mix but no-one was here to dance. Most of the previously empty floor space had been taken up by tables at which Birrigai’s brains trusts were gathering. Two blond-headed surfer guys were already lubricating their brain cells wi...