Their solace was then interrupted by a knocking at the door. Sylvia didn’t hesitate for a second to answer wearing nothing but her undergarments. The hotel attendant at the door was as shocked as Athen to see her standing there, even in near total darkness, with the door wide open.
“Ma’am,” he said, “We are passing out candles for your inconvenience. We hope the power will return shortly.”
“Can we have two, please?” she said. “This room really calls for two candles, don’t you think?”
“Well, yes, ma’am. I suppose.”right now at this very momentDuring the year when it was hot and we were too far from the beach, we used to swim at Thirlmere Lakes. There were four connected freshwater lakes. They were surrounded by reeds and set in bushland, rich in native flora and fauna including beautiful flowers that snapped shut when you touched them and long grey goannas. The first lake was closed for public use, the second was dedicated to those using motorboats pulling along water skiers. In actual fact it was way too small for skiers so it wasn’t too popular for that in the end. The third lake was left for swimmers and had a long wooden wharf that was perfect for running along and jumping into the water. It also had a ladder, with which you could climb back out of the water and then run and jump again over and over. The fourth lake I very seldom saw as it was past a locked gate that we inevitably named ‘The Locked Gate’. It was privately leased and had a caravan park on it that was rumoured to be a nudist camp.the canoeOn the plane, he looks over and, smiling, says to me, says Silas, I’m trying to figure life out now, how it’s gonna be without. Can’t tell how I’ll find a girl now. I didn’t understand then, not ‘til I looked down at his pants again and saw the blood stain spreading out more in his lap and down his legs. He tried to cover it up with a shirt he had with him. And I looked back at him and saw him cry and he leaned over and hugged me and cried and cried into my shoulder and I knew then. When we got back, we both got to working in the mines, just like our father. We would go out at night to Roy’s and get a beer or two. That’s where he met Jean.dust regions•A Journal of Quality Short Fiction From Australia and Beyond•Contents