
Time to fly.



It’s always raining these days.
Tropical Sydney.
Now I don’t have to move to Queensland. It’s come to me.

I’m sorry but this is just wrong.
I feel sick.
What a waste.

Don’t be scared.
You’re not alone.

I might have thought about it.

Step on a neck.

It wouldn’t be any better.
It wouldn’t be any worse.
Just more clowns
And more colouring.
and balloons,
and sugar,
and toys,
and we’d all eat cake every day,
like I do now.

I’m tempted by the “We shall Dance,” part, but the “Lord of the Flies,” part disturbs me.
What to do???????

Nothing wrong with that.