ring of truth, lots visualisable, and audible, a story that makes me flinch.
Can you now circulate what you have written as a parting thank you gift?
Max
On 29 Jul 2014, at 9:07 pm, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Far North Queensland Motel
>
> High feathery leaves on a huge squat poinciana,
> slick green savannah palms, overlooming date palms,
> canopy ferns, the odd spidery white-flowered daffodil
> all visible from open-slid rear glass wall-tall doors.
>
> Eye follows cracked path to crazy-paved saltwater
> pool surround. But what's that two-toned, high-pitched
> whistling sound? There, again and now a third time
> so no mere repetition, a pattern. Emerge from inside,
>
> pad down to pool end. Thar she blows: pool filter,
> motel stay wrecker, outside time spoiler. Mrs Motel
> offers to switch off the timer and does, allowing
> brief poolside recline but tattooed hubby reverses
>
> the procedure, filches out a few leaves, meets
> the eyes of no bookreading guests, lurches off.
> What, I suppose, can you expect for a hundred
> bucks a night? Do you want courtesy with that?
>
> bw
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