In an overly simplistic thought pause, brought on by caffeine and the sound of an aeolian whistling vehicle, I imagined people to be like cordial. Now there’s a sentence that seems wholly original! From my open window I can hear the cars swish down the main road. And you know that rare phenomenon where they whistle? You don’t hear it as much anymore as cars have become more aerodynamic, generally, unless the airflow is somehow disrupted by a load, which I figure might have been the case in this instance. I think I heard flapping but I might have imagined that I did. The car whistled. I didn’t see it. I can’t really see the cars because of the hedge that partially blocks the view. The car sang a repeating descending arpeggio, rapidly. I took a sip of coffee and thought - people are like cordial.
Mum always had some Ribena in the fridge in the late 60s and there was a powerfully sweet lime cordial that I liked too. Then I started earning pocket money (50 cents a week for 2 hours mowing lawns), so I moved on to the hard stuff, Coca Cola and Fanta, (6 cents for a small bottle as I recall).
Mum always had some Ribena in the fridge in the late 60s and there was a powerfully sweet lime cordial that I liked too. Then I started earning pocket money (50 cents a week for 2 hours mowing lawns), so I moved on to the hard stuff, Coca Cola and Fanta, (6 cents for a small bottle as I recall).
I drink my filtered water with lemon and salt.
Stay mad, ASIO.