2.20
It was the summer solstice and after a long morning toying with the idea of dipping one of Dan’s brushes into a splodge of acrylic paint in an effort to break through her hiatus, Yvette slipped on a summer frock, grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge and left the flat. In the northern hemisphere, pagans of yore had cavorted, revelled and wassailed through winter’s deepest night. Here in Australia she wondered what went on, two hundred, three hundred years before now, before the whites took over?
Heading into Perth, she walked the scalded streets to the station, a half hour later alighting the train to venture into the festive melee of the city, determined to purchase herself a Christmas present to compensate for the anticipated disappointment she’d feel upon opening the pre
