He remembered thinking it had all been over so quickly. It had, hadn’t it, come suddenly. A few years of wildly see-sawing weather, of ever rising levees and old people dying from too much heat and water shortages here and floods there, then the mad rush of an island nation for drier land. Then another. And another. The bombing that had to be done. Defences set up on coasts where all the mangroves were dying and the reefs bleached... skeletal. The enclaves where life went on in what passed as the new normal controlled by people with big guns.
Little Hatshepsut Like a miracle, a light rain had drifted in from the sea. The sea was a long, long way off and Ahmes looked at it as if it was strange emissary from Hapi . Rain was rare in her world. Little pock marks on the river below her. It looked pretty but she still thought the rain was sad. It was also a little cold, and Ahmes retreated beneath the roof of the shrine… Still she could see the water below her. The river did not mind the rain at all; it simply took those pock marks and swallowed them up. The river is, it just is, she thought… I should not be sad either. But she was. She sat in her family’s shrine on the low cliff above the river, a favourite spot of hers. From here you could watch the fishing boats with their nets or spearmen in the bow, or you saw a full moon ride the river and thought of sesame cakes and feasts when no work was done, or you could watch the river race and froth across the lowlands on the other side. It was Hapi’s gift; the flood with its rich silts and water. It grew the barley her family made into beer, the beer had made her family well to do and so they had a shrine to Hapi on the low cliff above the water near where they’d build their new house...
History shadows all of our presents...
Part 1a Alex slowed the car coming into Abercrombie. 80, 60… Ahead was the general store, built in the 1920s, white weatherboard with faded pale-yellow trims and an awning. He didn't want the store and drove around the corner. Parked. The letter was on the passenger seat beside him; addressed to Michael. He'd left … Continue reading Homage to a big hearted river
Novella with 10 short stories published.
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Just remembered I've also had this title on Kindle for a while now. Happy to email anyone who wants a free copy one in PDF format - if you'd care to have a look. The cover, I now realise, is awful.
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Interesting (now that I think about it) that websites can live in one's own domain; with all the royal prerogatives that that implies. This may explain my kingly mood in now owning my own domain at http://historynarratives.com/
Started work on a series of short stories with learning activities linked to the new Australian curriculum for History (with English links and activities as well). Used PRESSBOOKs - an excellent e Publishing platform, intuitive and easy to use. Three stories with activities added so far, one for Ancient India and the Indus river Valley civilisation for Year 7, one for … Continue reading HisTorY