TWO SIDES OF THE ROAD
The protesters were strident; placards, feet, voice, all pressing forward, urgent, angry and solid. This day, this time, was smouldering.
As his balloon slipped his grasp the toddler Lee lurched forward chasing the dangling string, intent, oblivious, desperate. Midway across George Street his clutching finger wrapped around and held light his lone possession.
Sophia’s grandmother had always told her “Keep an eye on the little ones”. As she paused from her shopping to watch the protest move down from the Octagon towards her, Sophia wondered where she should be. Was she safe? Should she go? Would she join them?
A dancing balloon snatched her eye as the marchers’ forward banner lurched across her path, the writhing head of a coiling snake observing a small mouse.
- Kate Jenkins
CLIMBING FOR FUN
The cat looked longingly at the tree.
“Can I climb it?”
“No no please don’t try.” The little boy cried.
He noticed the cat halfway up the tree and then at the top looking down at him.
“Ha ha” said the cat to the little boy.
“I’m here. I can see into the next yard, at that little yapping dog. I could spend the day up here, but it’s getting near my dinner time.”
“Are you going to be able to climb down yourself?” asked the little boy.
“Aah I hadn’t thought of getting down from this tree and I suddenly remember I’m not too fond of heights. Heeelp! Can you call the boys in the little red truck, who have a long ladder?”
The little boy said “No, I will climb up to rescue you. I am tough and can climb well.”
The two of them are both stuck up the tree now.
“I better phone the fire brigade. Lucky I had my new phone with me. Usually I don’t take it climbing.”
“I can see the red truck, but it’s only going slow with no lights and sirens going” said the cat peering through the branches. “That’s hardly cricket.”
The ladder comes up and they climb down, with the cat tucked in the little boy’s sweater.
“Right what’s for tea” says the cat “and then I think I’ll go chasing that yapping dog next door.”
- Gail Palmer