staying.” -oOo- Later Marion said to Digby, “So have you got what you came for?” “Yes,” said Digby. “That’s right up front,” Marion said, taken aback. “You did ask,” said Digby. “And now it’s time to pick up our skirts and fly.” -oOo- So flee, they did.
Fiction by John Zanetti: The Gardener Who Could See Writing Home Amalfi Echo War of the Shadows Non-fiction : The Christchurch Destructor Who Owns the Fish?
Back to beginning About the author I am a New Zealander, now wandering around northern Australia in a caravan. I am also an Australian citizen. I brought my two boys up on my own but they are now grown and gone, leaving me free to write full-time. Mostly, I count myself fortunate to be living in the tropics, with the freedom to simply hitch up my caravan and move on whenever I get restless, which is often.