Fire took out the whole damn block down to the foundations, but not our place.

Michael grinned widely to see the little girl in the pink puffa jacket, bouncing as she ran towards him, probably more vertical motion than forward movement.

Dawn. Huntington. The high pitch squawk of a large crow interrupts the still air, as it picks at rubbish strewn over the pavements.

I had to go out. That meant a full hazardous materials suit to avoid the possibility of airborne contagion.

That summer was so hot the eucalyptus tree in the back garden dripped oil, making the whole neighbourhood smell disinfected and clean.

After we burned the beds in the backyard, I watched Bruce tie a rope around his wife to keep her from wandering off and falling asleep.