Written by Antony Scholefield
Edited by Lily Mei, Alex Menyhart Artwork by Theadora Kable
A flower grew through my TV on the first day of summer. It appeared overnight, smashing a hole in the screen and unfurling a ring of ten-inch petals.
We’re just a small country town – nothing ever happens here. Although there was that one time a shark showed up in our public swimming pool. We called him Bruce, fed him BBQ chickens from the IGA up the road.
Even the yams came sealed in cling film. Walking home from the supermarket, we weren’t sure if we could toss our banana peel into the pedicured shrubs adjacent to the footpath. So we stowed it back in our bag.