Moy was awake again, turning onto one side, the other, his back, as he tried to clear any thoughts from his head. Before long he gave up. Got up and walked out into his backyard; ambled over to the trampoline and fell back, bouncing a few times then settling. The air was cold, laced with sow’s mi...
It seemed like summer had been going on for months, but it was just starting to warm up. Every day I watched from my window as school kids went past: shirts untucked, socks around their ankles – hair, soaked with sweat, sticking out like blonde and brown pavlovas, shorts held up by nothing but hi...
A north-westerly at first, smelling of dry grass, and Murray telling them they were in for a blasting. ‘You should put the ute in the shed,’ he told his son. As they sat drinking tea the wind picked up, gusting, gently sandpapering their windows and bluestone walls. Trevor...
Standing in his room, staring out of the window at Bob’s severely pruned iceberg roses, he listened to Rose singing along with Nat King Cole. ‘“Unforgettable, that’s what you are . . .”’ And although to her it meant the laughter of kiddies at the hospital, chow mein, almonds candying on a late wi...
It was warm, almost summer, and he was singing Grainger’s transcription of a Bach overture as he sat sweating in the black tails his mother had bought him in anticipation of Germany. As the audience climbed the steps to the hall, looking at him and wondering, he tried to steady his hands by looki...