The veranda boards were sweating. Not metaphorically. Proper tropical sweat. The kind that makes the timber tacky under your bare feet and turns a cold beer warm in the time it takes to complain about it. Out over the Whitsundays the sky had that bruised green look that says cyclone, not maybe, not someday —… Continue reading The wet
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Grey tint
The wind rattles the metal sign above the pub door, someone’s shoved a recycling bin too close to the entrance so the lid keeps knocking against the wall like it’s trying to get in for a quick one. Inside, the four of us are nursing pints that taste vaguely like someone washed the lines with… Continue reading Grey tint
Boxing day
They were already arguing before anyone remembered why they’d come out. The Sandbar smelled like hot oil and damp carpet, the sort of place that claimed “coastal vibes” despite being three suburbs from the water. Mitch was at the bar first, talking to the bartender about how sustainability was just “risk hedging dressed up as… Continue reading Boxing day
Missing Summer
Adelaide Oval, Day 2, sun sharp enough to peel paint.Plastic pints everywhere, Barmy Army already half-feral. Adam, Marcin, Anna and Isobel parked under the scoreboard, pretending the heat is “character-building.” England ticking along nicely, which everyone knows is a bad omen. Adam:Look at that—England have a bat. Every Pom in the ground acting like we’re… Continue reading Missing Summer
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