Robert and Alex were on autopilot as they walked up the gravel driveway to the side of the house. ‘Hey, Alex? Why don’t they use the front door?’ ‘Dunno. They just don’t.’
‘This must be what England is like’, she thought. The green river meadow lay between fertile, rolling hills.
It is hard to believe that another year is almost gone. Everywhere you look, Christmas Trees are trimmed, turkeys and puddings fill store windows, and oversized decorations hang from lamposts. 2017 has been quite a year for myself as a writer. I completed my second NaNoWriMo in five attempts. My short story Stick Point earned a… Continue reading The Great Chimney Dilemma: A Xmas Tale
Hi Everyone Being as technologically literate as I am, I could not work out how to remove tweets other than individually. Rather than spend the rest of the year doing so, I closed my account, and opened a new one. My handle remains @bron_hansen if you would like to follow me, or continue to do… Continue reading Twitter Switch
Charlie gazed out over Brew’s Pond. His favourite spot was an old eucalypt that had fallen during a storm.
‘Continue ten kilometres,’ the GPS announced with an English accent.
There had been farmers in my family since for centuries, so it was only a matter of time before somebody in my generation went back to the land....