‘I mean, honestly Brian,’ Lorna tugged her husband’s sleeve. ‘Are you listening? I’m just saying, do we really need to see everything?’
‘No dear,’ he said. From behind the dark glasses his optometrist had told him to wear he scanned the beach. Beneath the pylons of the pier a couple threaded together—knotted into a single form. Arms and legs and one tan torso out of two. Lips locked. Brian caught barely a glimpse of anything to suggest they weren’t both as naked as babies just delivered. He remembered a balmy dusk with Lorna nearly sixty years before. He thought of how she cooed when——.’
‘Brian! You haven’t heard a word I’ve said.’
Old age again, she thought. But she couldn’t quite place the dreamy smile. Never mind.
A writer from Melbourne, Richard maintains a number of blogs exploring very short fiction and text-based art practices. His stories and poems have been published in both mainstream and alternative journals and collections. He is also a visual artist and was co-founder of both Platform Artists Group and zine store, Sticky. He continues to publish very short fiction and conduct microfiction workshops for practicing writers, students and others. He has created numerous text-based installations and artworks for public spaces, including at Federation Square, Melbourne and in conjunction with the 2017, Newcastle Writers Festival.
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