And the Metal Monster that Missed
She always knew she was different, the White Cow Called Lucky, after all, the other cows in the herd were dark. Not black and not dark brown like dirt, but almost the colour of the leaves as they wither and fall from the eucalyptus trees in paddock.
No, the White Cow Called Lucky wasn’t brown at all, she wasn’t the colour of the falling leaves. She was the colour of the tree trunk, that hard stoic white part of the tree that stands tall and holds the leaves before they died.
Continue reading The White Cow Called Lucky
What an incredible sight you are? All week I’ve anticipated your arrival and here you are – Happy Days!!
Continue reading Dear Friday
Today I saw the strangest thing.
Scratches gouged across my armour.
Is this where you tried to unlock my heart?
Or evidence of being hurt?
The rapping on the door became more insistent.
I didn’t move and I didn’t make a sound. Perhaps if I just sit here, quiet and still, she’ll go away.
It can be rough, and often tough, living alone and it can be hard making ends meet while still paying the rent on time.
Continue reading Through the Peephole
Is Emma Swan taking time out in Australia?