The New Year
The page stuck to her arm, her body’s sweat natures glue. She had dreaded this summer, yet another hot dry season. It sucked most of her energy, the rest used…
Hopeless
There was a long sigh as she wiggled deeper into Nana’s musty chair, searching for the hugging warmth in the early morning cool. It was the only piece of furniture…
Day 19 – In drought, and always
Today was spent on a bus travelling around parts of the district. With recent storms there are now pockets of green, a few dams with water and the stock even…