Finding a florist in Lidcombe

Featured in

  • Published 20111206
  • ISBN: 9781921758232
  • Extent: 232 pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

I AM STANDING on the train platform, twelve years old. Too old for dolls and dress-ups, too young for lipstick and love. I am bewildered, lost; this space overwhelms me, this crowd pushes me down into the February-hot asphalt. In my navies and creams, I have forgotten my hat, and my socks are slouching. I stare around this circle of old chewing gum spots, graffitied phone box beside me, transfixed. A brown sign above says ‘Lidcombe’.

Lidcombe. I roll my tongue over the word, sounding it out like a six-year-old learning the alphabet. I have never seen it on a train map, never heard it on a loudspeaker (Eastwood, Meadowbank, Strathfield). And yet, it exists. Lidcombe exists.

Already a subscriber? Sign in here

If you are an educator or student wishing to access content for study purposes please contact us at

Share article

About the author

Elena Williams

Elena Williams is a writer and researcher currently completing a Masters in Anthropology of Gender and Development at The Australian National University.Between 2008 and...

More from this edition


FictionIN 1985 I am twelve. The tropical north is nirvana, especially for a child previously so tightly pressed by English winters, closed footwear and...


MemoirA THIRD-GENERATION Asia-born waiguoren – foreigner – I lived until I was eight in Peking, and remember my father wondering aloud whether we were...

Enlarged + heart + child

FictionWEDNESDAY IS DOG day. Or dog afternoon, to be more precise. In fact, it's really only a twenty-minute distraction, but when you have so...

Stay up to date with the latest, news, articles and special offers from Griffith Review.