We live here with a shark, a snake, a fox and a kangaroo. And with words. The moon rises, we live thus. With words. We turn off the lamp and go to sleep and dream of all these things.
The heat was rising off the bitumen footpath, but what Matt saw at the corner of the side street made his temperature skyrocket. It was piled with rubbish. An old mattress with questionable stains was leaning against the neighbouring property’s wall.
I think you might be a river now, was what Lia said first as water ran from Mai’s hands and feet. Not that she was like a river but that she was one that was such a contrast with what she had been before: before she was a fire. She was a beautiful blue flame.
