I’m continually pumped full of story ideas after dipping into the wild spots of Tasmania. Here is a short “Aussie day” excerpt from my new short story “Ritual Camp”, dreamed up at Sandy Cape. A very Tasmanian tale, for Australia Day.
“My people; there is verification of us, our time here at the camp site. Dull aluminium rings that rip a mouth hole into a beer can; they’re everywhere. Shells and fish bones, coal fire places and chequered wheel ruts. A sign we’ve been continuing to visit our summer camp on the coast.
It is mid- afternoon and my sister hands me the first beer of the day. We’ve hydrated with tea and the kids have nailed a quarter of a watermelon and are back in the dust building roads with their plastic machinery and a man-size shovel. The crack, then hollow hiss and spewing tide of beer bubbles is reminiscent of where the tannin- stained creek meets the ocean foam at Sandy Cape. All feels right in the world but we wouldn’t know otherwise…”