Ahh, so here we are again. And what is that we are up to
this time around?
Well... June 4 – 10 is Literary Week here in Australia and
to celebrate my writers group, Writers in Townsville society (WiTS - you can
visit their blog at witsnq@blogspot.com)
are helping to celebrate by conducting a performance reading at a local
gallery. This simply involves a group of us each standing up and reading a
short story aloud to a group of complete strangers.
Nerve wracking to say the least. I have jelly knees already.
But seriously, to help celebrate the week and the love we
all have for reading and writing we will soldier on and fight our standing in
front of a crowd demons.
And this, dear friends, brings me to the topic of today’s
short. We all decided that our stories should reflect on a specific tree that
is connected with our life in Townsville. Only being here for four and a half years
limited what I could do, my childhood trees are a thousand kilometres away and have
long since been bulldozed, and so what could I write? Well, read on good people and you might learn
about my feelings for a couple ofTownsville trees close to me.
This is written in a gothic style, just for something different.
