Forced Migration

  Up through the scrub on a winding trail At the dawn of a sun kissed day I strained for the sight of the black snake tail Nearly walked on it yesterday.   For ‘twas there on the trail I’d recoiled in shock When the stick stood up in haste, To retreat with speed ‘neath…

Sheila Carter – Chapter 4

Chapter 4. Retribution It was on a fateful day, months after the dance at their farm district meeting hall Sheila was shopping on a day off work in a shopping centre in the suburbs. She usually met up with family members in from the country for a day’s shopping and accompanied them as they shopped…

Sheila Carter – Chapter 3

Chapter 3. The Young Doctor It was difficult at first to return to a regimented program at the hospital. The Matron was stern and wouldn’t tolerate indiscipline or shoddy work and that was OK with Sheila. She had an interest in helping people and soon became a favourite with patients. Her cheery smile won over…

Sheila Carter – Chapter 2

Chapter 2. The Attempted Conquest That was then, this was now. Sheila Carter sat and pondered the stories handed down to her as she grew up. She was mixed race but in her heart, she identified with her tribal ancestors. This had been encouraged by her father Neville who despite his white skin, tanned brown…

Sheila Carter – Chapter 1

Chapter 1. Cultural Mutation Sheila Carter sat on a ridge overlooking their extensive farmland. It all looked familiar but there was something about it that just didn’t seem to satisfy her soul. Sheila was a mixed-race aboriginal. Well that was how she thought of herself. Her soft creamy brown skin and jet-black hair shone in…

The Coffee Game

Now the thing about marriage is it can either be an excursion in hell or it can be a very happy experience. Most of us of course would choose the latter and lest anyone tries to read between the lines and misquote me I come in on the side of happy experience. That doesn’t mean…

Tommo

We seemed to have known Tommo forever. From the first time we’d trudged to the town’s major public school with parents at a tender age Tommo had been in our line of vision. He’d been standing alone waiting patiently for admission, a tall gangling figure in shabby hand me down school uniform which indicated there…

The Incubator

It was a high day when the incubator arrived. John had been out in the back yard watching pet wallabies at play and trying to entice them to feed on the breadcrumbs he’d sneaked out of the kitchen. His Dad had caught him scooping the inside of the bread on another occasion and severely reprimanded…

The Drinking Fountain

It was vacation and the boys around town were looking for something to occupy their time. With pocket money already spent there was no use hanging around Main Street so after checking out shop windows for a while and discussing emerging fashions of the 1960’s it was time to retreat to the park on their…

Naomi

Roger glanced furtively toward the fence at the back of their two-storey home. The house had been constructed on a steep allotment which had been levelled at the bottom end creating a cliff strengthened against slippage by a slanting stone retaining wall. The house had been constructed with top storey, being the main living area…

Another Day in the Army

“Wakey wakey, rise and shine!” John sat bolt upright on the cot as bright lights suddenly illuminated the barracks. There were muffled curses coming from beds as recruits propped themselves up and rubbed their eyes. They hadn’t long returned to barracks and checked in gratefully from night leave jumping into bed with the knowledge a…

Helga

John lingered with his friend Brian as high school students fled from classes for the day on their bikes. They were heading for pleasures of sports grounds in other parts of town or just hanging around Main Street to sample assorted delicacies before tackling homework in the evening at home. But in John’s case there…