Railway Whisper

“Just what d’ya think ya’ doin’?” Palms on hips, her head tilted as her eyes squinted against the sunlight. “What d’ya think I’m doin’?” He said. “You’re lying on your back copying a goanna gettin’ a suntan?” “No.” “Are ya waitin’ to die of sunstroke to become Dingo bait?” He screwed up his nose. “No.” “Unless you’re pretending to be a brown snake, stretched between them rails, please explain for the masses…” she said, with her arm sweeping across the deserted sunburnt scrublands, “… why are you lying on the train tracks?” “I’m protesting.” Her laugh unsettled a flock of white galahs perched high in the scraggly gum tree. She Read more

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