R. PARTS PER MILLION

Layla rolled off the riverbank bench.  Mimicking ape evolution, she crawled, crouched, stood up and strode purposefully forward.

Q. YARRA BANK TALK

Layla sat squat and shut down on a Yarra riverbank bench.  Her dark eyes funneling ant activities.

P. LARGE MOON DARKNESSES

She’d gone stale… begun to doubt the relevance of this world unity push.  All around her… atrocious, selfish behaviour.  She was edging towards ‘fuck em, they’re not worth the bother… none of them’.

O. O

“Oh, hello.”

N. DRAWING A LINE

Perplexing

The purple veined clouds, moody and beautiful, prompted me to pop in.  What I saw through the perspex became even more purpled.

M. BUMPY COUNTRY

“Possum Parkin.”

That finished it.  Layla, bewildered and exasperated, pressed her fists to her hips and snorted.  Shaking her head in disbelief, she continued:
“Nally… isn’t that about enough?  Insensitive.  Really insensitive.

Thank goodness… here comes the coffee.  Let’s just enjoy it.”

L. I DESERVE TIBA’S

Being lovers, we shared our thoughts, feelings and experiences generously.

K. BATMAN ANYONE?

No. She wouldn’t have wanted that at all. She’d wince ‘too much information’. I regret doing it now. No doubt, I’ll regret doing this even more.

J. STRIPED, STRAY CITY CATS

Soon after the formal announcement that we had lost contact with Layla, Naledi Jacob splashed this diatribe all over the Stream.

I. BALK, BALK, BAAAWLK

“Layla, you don’t seem much chastened… given the failure of your fiat.”