AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

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Friday, July 16, 2010

Chairs


Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Friday Flash 55
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The weathered cane chair on the verandah was aging well – peeling and paling. If only his memories could peel and pale. How could someone leave his own wheel chair bound father in a house threatened by rampant bushfire? The moment was too easy. He needed his inheritance urgently. And children had to survive, didn’t they?
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8 comments:

Roberto Machado Alves said...

Great text. I think that used things have a huge symbolism and meaning. I enjoy following your blog.

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Maude Lynn said...

Wow! This is absolutely excellent.

Brian Miller said...

oh an intriguing regrest and a memory to haunt him the rst of his days...nicely done 55!

Claudia said...

This is such a dark-black one - shivering!

G-Man said...

Gemma...
Another masterpiece My Friend!
Excellent 55.
You represent Down Under superbly!
Thanks for playing today, thanks for visiting, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...Galen

Bubba said...

I like the last lines, trying to justify what he'd done for the sake of the children. It helps to balance what would otherwise been a one-sided incident. Nice work!

Monkey Man said...

Sick and twisted. Just the way I like them. My 55 is HERE .

PattiKen said...

Geez, I'm thinking that he is the child needing to survive. Oh well, Dad was old anyway.

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