
Young Henry’s beer tasting platter = 4 ponies (or 2 schmiddies), a copy of the new magazine, and a fun afternoon of chatting and music.

‘I can’t believe you let me die in those clothes.’ Theodore and Victoria Stills stood on the shore, watching as the tide rolled closer and closer to their disposed bodies. Their feet made no imprints in the sand. ‘I told you to wear the black dress.’ ‘The stockings, Teddy, the stockings!’ Theodore shrugged. It was [...]
The policeman didn’t eat donuts, but he did like a warm cinnamon scroll to soak up the previous night’s whiskey. When the call came in, he was finishing his scroll, wiping his sticky hands on his trouser leg, and throwing the wrapper in the bin. A couple of sleepers down at Culburra beach. Pink leggings; [...]
I rather thought you might all be sitting back with a hot Milo and enjoying the calm before the writers’ festival storm. However, the Seizure fam are a productive bunch (that’s why we love them), and instead, we’re busy doing things like this: Seizure ‘Crime’ author, Gretchen Shirm, was published on the SRB with her [...]
Because Janie’s thrown a fit, is being cradled in the kitchen by one who does not think it will do her any good, but does not know what else to do, so sits there, hands full of flesh and hair, staring at the ironic Jesus on the fridge, and thinking Jesus, why is the room [...]