On the Beach: The Human Onslaught Continues
The sun was setting. At the top of the steps leading down to the beach a lookout was on his phone. At the bottom of the steps a man in a wet suite was busy shucking perlemoen.
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Little Red Riding Hood
The widow’s Jack Russell died of old age, just as her husband had done a few years earlier. She continued to live in her house alone, preferring to postpone the day when she would be forced to give up her independence.
Memory Project: My Photograph
In this framed photograph of me, I look to be about two years old.
Welwitschia Mirabilis
Welwitschia mirabilis, the giant dwarf. I cannot fail to be fascinated by Welwitschia mirabilis. Consider how it has been driven underground by the rigours of the desert climate.
Jack and Jill
The grandmother was left to care for five children after her daughter succumbed to the disease. Her old age pension and the child grants enabled them to survive in a state of poverty.
On the Beach: The Fishing Fraternity
Sedrick was a lazy bum, and to substantiate her opinion of him she had supplied whole bucketfuls of detail about his reprehensible behaviour and disgusting habits.
The Railway Bridge Over the Buffeljagsrivier
She still loves having a train run through her.
The Wanderings of an Elephant Hunter
I bought this for R10 at the second-hand book stall outside the Standard Bank in Hermanus one Saturday morning about 25 years ago.
Broadway Then and Now
With the money I had saved during my year on Gough Island, I started building a cottage on the plot my father had bought in Pearly Beach in 1978.
Mary Had a Little Lamb
Mary had a little lamb. When it was six months old, Mary's father loaded it, along with 149 other little lambs, onto a truck and sent it to the abattoir.
Why I Haven’t Killed Myself, Yet
It's strange that I have bothered to hang around this long, considering all the nihilistic thoughts that populate my brain.