I’ve been entertaining fantasies, but it’s not what you think. There have been flashbacks to Thailand; riding a moto through the city at night. There’s the allure of the shopping mall and the dream of shopping without having to stop at every mechanical car to let the toddler play. There’s jealousy at a single friend’s freedom…
Oh, the memories! Of summer days spent at our grandparents’ house in the country. Sunset joy rides on the ferry, walks with the dog, a cockatiel that whistled ‘Pop goes the weasel’, a clock ticking in the hall. Biggles books in the lounge room, pigface growing in a disused tractor tyre, metal seats on the lawn.…
