Vignettes — #17

© Daan Spijer

Libby is in her bedroom, writing an essay for her year twelve French class. The doorbell rings. She finishes a sentence and goes to see who it is — no-one else is home.

She opens the front door and stares. “Brett! What? I mean … I wasn’t expecting… I mean … sorry, come in.”

Brett looks taken aback as he walks past Libby into the hallway. She closes the door and…

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Lawyer, mediator, award-winning writer and photographer, living with his wife Sally in Mt Eliza, (south of Melbourne) Australia

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