I'm a father and a teacher. I've been an academic, a tutor, a librarian, a waiter, a bouncer, and a kangaroo paw picker. But what I've always wanted to do is write. So now it's time for me to write and keep on writing and not look back ...
As the four-wheel drive pulled into the Bellair Gardens Caravan Park, the only thing Caileigh could think was how much she was going to miss David. Asking him to take her to Geraldton had been a massive risk. She’d watched David with Rusty and from what she’d seen she’d thought she could trust him. But you never really know a person until you spend time with them. She’d been both relieved and surprised to discover he was so much more than simply trustworthy.
Alyona woke well before dawn. She made no sound as she dressed. If Father knew what she had planned, He would stop her from leaving. But there was something special she had to do. Something that could not be delayed. Something she knew she had to do this very morning, and only this morning, or all would be lost.
Disconnect - Chapter 3
David never used to be a morning person. During the working week, he’d rise unenthusiastically and go through the motions of preparing himself for the day. His attitude was not much different on weekends and holidays. He’d just rise later because he wouldn’t have set his alarm. He now knew he’d been apathetic because he hadn’t expected to experience anything new. His life had been a series of twenty-four hour packages of banality set on repeat. He would like to have blamed someone, anyone, for the trajectory his life had taken but the truth was the only person he could blame for such meaningless monotony was himself. He had fixed his expectations to mundane and, like a self-fulfilling prophecy, he’d achieved mundanity.
Disconnect - Chapter 2
The bruise on Caileigh Collard’s face was beginning to flower. Looking in the mirror in the predawn light, she could see the angry red giving way to the mauve of imminent bruising. It was high on her left cheekbone which, she thought, was a stroke of good luck. She had seen Daryl’s fist arcing towards her just before it landed and she had managed to turn her head. The blow had glanced off her cheek. Otherwise it would have connected flush with her nose and, in all likelihood, broken it. The pain was a constant dull throb but she had coped with worse.
Sum of the Parts
I once had a pet chicken called Chook. I used to get up in the morning and go straight to the chook pen. Chook would be waiting for me. I would pick up Chook and carry her around the place under my arm. I would even bury her up to her neck in the sand pit. I would go running through the fields with Chook, as far away as the stream which used to run at the bottom of the hill near Jull St. One year, just before Christmas, I woke up and went outside to get Chook. But I couldn’t find her. She had been stolen out of the chook pen. I never saw her again.
The trigger for David Morrow was when he came home from work and found that his dog had been poisoned. He was a little surprised when Sandy didn’t come galloping down the hall, claws skittering on the wooden boards, as he came in through the wet entrance from the garage. Surprised, but not alarmed. She was most probably asleep in the sun, either in the postage-sized backyard or down one of the paved walkways that separated his house from his two next door neighbours.
I knew something terrible was going to happen as soon as I heard the car turn into Holmes Rd. There is no sound on earth like a high performance engine revved deep into the red. It was about three hundred metres to the Southern River Rd intersection. My line of sight was about one hundred and fifty metres. It took seven seconds for the Holden to burst into view. Like a leaping fish, it crested the rise and became airborne.