It had to be Johnny Bodalla. Always Johnny Bodalla. Trouble and Johnny were joined at the hip. He was either at the centre of it,...

Holding Patterns  by Kyla Metcalf This morning on the horizon, the mountains falter then recover. Careful as a memory - a stagger across...

"Here, hold my beer will you". It's still quite dark, even with the candles sparsley placed on the ground. I feel the cold can and wrap...

Down by the River by Sharna Long The day started out just like any other Saturday. Cars full of visitors to the Eurobodalla occasionally...

Making Ends Meet by Judy Turner A can of Rosella tomato soup, that’s all Joan wanted. She wandered around for a considerable time before...

Circuit Beach by Bonnie Atteridge “Stop, Rosie, Stop! Stop the car… I remember where it is now… I think!” An excited voice broke into...

WELCOME by Merrie Hamilton We are new to the Eurobodalla. Well, 18 months still feels new. Our previous life saw us 29 years in...

Storm by Rosie Toth First came the wind, lashings of it, shuddering window panes, shaking birds from roosts, thundering down chimneys and...

THE SEAT BY THE SEA by Geoffery Drewe She read in the local paper, while sipping her favourite Earl Grey tea that a recently positioned...

Scorched Spotted Gums  - Clyde mountain (Jan 2020) Scorched Spotted gums, as silent sentinels, stand. Stoic, stunned, submitting their...

AN UNFORTUNATE LESSON by James Gault Tighten the main halyard a touch, I thought, and probably time to come about. Thus far, today had...

'Looking for Lunch' By Judith Turner Nancy put down her coffee and opened the letter. Electricity account, twice the amount of the...

Christmas Comes But Once A Year. By C.M. Sheely Light, finally. It has been dark for so long. Oh, but it hurts my eyes. Nine-year-old...