House Hunting
Aug 13, 2019
4 minutes
WORDS AND IMAGES BY MICK MATHESON
“ALL OF a sudden, I hear Mick yelling, ‘There’s a bloody fox,’ and he runs out of the bedroom without a stitch on,” Anne said. Anne was having way too much fun telling her story. Over a few drinks at the neighbours’ place, she was well into it. Joan and Dunc’s laughing faces encouraged her. I was trying hard to look like I too was enjoying it, but inside I was dying.
“There was no time to lose, so I dropped the towel and ran.”
Joan and Dunc looked straight at me with their mouths open.
“He’s got the safe keys in his
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