Tales from Three Corners

She saw again the sun baked yard, the droop of the tree, the lowest branches caressing his hat as he slumped in slumber. The sunlight glinted off the glass, that lay underneath his hand on the grass.

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Council Clean-Up Day at Three Corners was a Street Shopper's delight; and Morrie, who lived on the outer rim of the town looked forward to it more than Christmas every year. Produced by Postie, photo by zhang kaiyv.

Soft. Smooth. A secret indulgence.

Sensible - That's how they see her - Practical.

No one would ever imagine that the trips to Sydney to see her brother, always included a visit. Here. A salacious secret.

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His pride and joy was this garbage truck. Small and compact, he washed her every day after the job, cleaning and scouring just like the manual recommended. Produced by Postie

Everyone else dismissed her out of mind years ago. And because she was gone, holding on to that memory felt like a betrayal. Not quite though. Not enough to still her name in his mind. Not enough to quieten her whisper in the darkest of hours. Not enough that her mocking smile didn't egg him on...

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As the man grew older, he thought of it more often, hidden away; the nights of delight, the days of decadence and laughter...

When the world held no sorrows, no cares, no worries...

He wanted that again.

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He sat still by the phone.

Cream, cracked, it came from the old house with him to this tiny apartment.

He'd insisted.

He wanted his own phone, so he could still chat to his mates.

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They cleared the webs. They hunted fearlessly for the elusive orb weaver... and they speculated, in hushed tones away from the car's owner, about the possibility of an egg sac and multiple little orb weavers adding to the web... infestation...

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He liked busking as people made their way to work. A melody or tune to make the morning less daunting. Most were wrapped up in their own world, their own music, marching to the beat of the business drum. He enjoyed the surprise that occasionally graced a face... They didn't expect him at that time.

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It was a very small patch of sunlight that lingered in the cool of the evening. But it had been there a while; the stones flat surface was warm to the touch and just wide enough for her to settle comfortably on...

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