Drugged & Derailed
The rhythmic clickety clack was what kept me on the abyss of unconsciousness for what seemed to be an eternity. Maybe it was only minutes, or seconds. My eyelids fluttered and began to open but the light vehemently shut them tight again. No matter how hard I tried to open them, they just didn’t seem to want to play the game. I tried to move and found that my body wouldn’t obey. I was stuck in some twilight reality, the place between sleep and awake. My brain was foggy, and I couldn't make sense of what was happening, where I was or how I got here. It seemed I was on a train, but how could that be? There were no working trainlines, let alone trains for hundreds of kilometres. What the bloody hell was going on. I slipped away once more.
Blue's Black Book
The trail of red dust billowed plumes of crimson smoke from behind the old beat-up falcon Ute. Blue was sitting shotgun in the passenger seat, his snout poking out the open window, endorphins invigorated by the wind. His best mate Josie was driving east, toward the desert. It had been a long time since they had taken this trip and Blue was in his happy place. A trip like this usually meant new smells, new places to explore and Josie was calmer, more relaxed, had time to share a pat and just sit with him. They’d sleep out under the stars in the back of the Ute and he’d get to feel like the protector he was born to be.