This is the walking track that inspired my most recent short story. After days of heavy rain and cabin fever I finally caved. ‘F–k it,’ I said, ‘I need exercise!’ And so I did, armed with raincoat scarf and gloves. However. The track at the back of my house was treacherous – slippery and crumbling. The river an angry torrent. There wasn’t a soul in sight. With adrenalin surging, the bones of a story started forming. What would happen if my protagonist slipped? Who if anyone would find him? To find out more about the hungry river, stay tuned…
Yeah that’s a doozie of a track, you could slip off it quite easily if your foot caught on a tree root. I wonder what would happen if he slipped, what if at the bottom he rolled right into a dead-ie! As I said, someone always dies in my stories. haha
Hi Kate. A bit of carnage along the way? I think that one might be a story for you to write.. Meanwhile, a friend just emailed saying he is loving Patrick Gale’s latest novel ‘A Perfectly Good Man’ – he’s at the part where they are” bringing up the bodies.” Love Patrick Gale! He’ll be appearing at Melb Writers Festival next month. Oo la la!
Go Julie!!
Oops to Anonymous… my ‘settings’ were wrong – sorry, your name didn’t appear. Still getting my head around this so-called ‘dashboard.’ Which is a bit like giving birth to a car out of my brain!