Fiction Author: Emily Macdonald

The cicadas hum.  The warm air smells of recent rain.  We drive west, climbing the Waitaks, blinking through summer shadows as the narrow road carves through deep bush.  We listen to Icehouse thinking it’s cool.  Thinking we’re cool in the blue VW beetle with boards on the roof. From the viewpoint high above Piha, we …

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If today you had ridden up onto Great Bentley Green to join the park up and pints and the ‘alright?’, ‘alright? with the slaps on the back, then the sandwiches would be cleared, and the hot pasties removed, and the small custard squares and chocolate brownies returned— uneaten—and The Plough would serve drinks from enough …

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