In his tiny apartment, bathed in honeysuckle light, he eagerly awaits calls on his old cream phone, now a hotline for amusing misunderstandings and unexpected connections.
In “Three Corners – Incy Wincy Spiders,” a seemingly harmless orb weaver turns a family’s car into a no-go zone, leading to comical chaos and a frantic pest control mission, culminating in an unexpected and uproarious airborne spider surprise.
Rattle on Bones was the dusty, sneezy, packed to the rafters, second-hand, antique, junk shop in Three Corners. It was owned by Mr. Rattle, and the tiny grey door opened on to Bone Alley that ran all the way up to graveyard, hence the name…. It was a glorious treasure trove of utter magnificence! Grandfather[Read more]
No one could keep up with the Joneses… They started Christmas promptly at midnight on the first of December with a blaze of lights, light show, music accompaniment, and each year was designed for a different theme… They got solar panels when people grumbled about the electricity grid, and a battery when the year was[Read more]
For sweet William. It was dark blue, cobalt, the colour was called something fancy but essentially it was blue… A deep stormy night sky blue that held the promise if years and decades of fun to come… It had sat discarded, almost forgotten hidden under a tarp out the back of the old apple shed.[Read more]
You could hear the giggles all the way up the valley. They snuck under doors, around verandahs, they floated up the small ridges and through the canopied forest. They drifted under the pecans to the farmstead and through the gaps in the Liquid Ambers and Agapanthus. The giggles that came with pure fun and joy.[Read more]
The offender sat quietly in her cell. She wasn’t a flight risk, the door, in deference to the lack of heating was open, however it didn’t stop the severe disappointment of the police officer who brought her in, nor the sigh of resignation that came from the duty officer in charge of the processing. She[Read more]
The kids got the blame for the scorch mark on the desk. It sat near the edge, within their reach, if they were kneeling on the seat and playing on the computer, which they were not meant to do. That’s why when they claimed innocence, no one in the household believed them. Thirsting to sate[Read more]
When the car slowly motored up the main street, all of Three Corners’ held their breath. It was… Beautiful. Magnificent. A complete package of perfection; in symmetry, colour and trend. The young gentleman who drove, steered with a knowing smile, aware of the attention and basked in the warmth of a collective stare. He slowly[Read more]
Council Clean-Up Day at Three Corners was a Street Shopper’s delight; and Morrie, who lived on the outer rim of the town looked forward to it more than Christmas every year. His house, a 1930’s concrete bungalow, was always immaculate; the lawn neatly clipped, the bromeliads flowering, the lavender trim, even the ivy kept to[Read more]