FREMANTLE
Chris isn’t sure exactly what it is about Fremantle that made him move there from Melbourne, after having only been there for a week’s holiday in summer. You fall in love with a place sometimes. Is it the same as falling in love with a girl? Just that something you can’t explain. Like him and Anita. Chris is on the front beach at Fremantle, near the sandstone fort, sitting by himself, smoking a joint. It’s winter and the wind is bitterly cold but he’s rugged up. Anita will be here tomorrow. Chris is the advance party. Finding a flat and he’s picked up some work at a café on South Terrace as a barista. He thinks barista is a bit much. He churns out coffee from a machine. It’s not rocket science but people seem impressed when he tells them.
Chris joined a theatre group almost str
