By Carolyn, 75. Adelaide, SA
Rose looked up at the sky. The weather was picture perfect.
Damn, she muttered to herself.
Normally she would…
By Allan, 77. Salisbury North, SA There is a secret door and it has a secret lock. It is only for me to know,…
By Cora, 77. Ravenshoe, QLD
Any minute now, Roger would watch Tessa walk out the door for the last time. Oh, sure, he would…
By Tessa, 65. Somers, VIC
I am slowing down. My lifestyle, not my brain or my body — though ageing does reduce the pace…
By Ted, 73. Warnbro, WA
After major surgery, I spent six weeks immobilised in bed. Before the days of motorised hospital beds, I was…
By Rayna, 77. Sandy Beach, NSW
As the sun dips on the horizon, Harry slowly places the binoculars back in their case. His arms…
By Pam, 72. Perth, WA
I am a human writer. I’ve been human for 72 years now! (As of last Sunday, actually!)
My childhood…
By Alice Richardson, 77. Elizabeth, SA
The winter tree stands naked; exposed; vulnerable. It remembers the beauty of spring; fragrant colourful blossoms, sparkling green…
Somebody sent me a photo of the vacant block where Nan and Pa’s house had stood, even longer than the seventy-five years they occupied it.…
By Dr. Marguerette Joyce Hill, 72. Adelaide, SA
Betty Boswell was awakened by the sound of weeping. She was a light sleeper. She glanced…