Soliloquy for one dead

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  • Published 20070803
  • ISBN: 9780733319389
  • Extent: 288 pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm)

THAT THEY WERE both named Nigel is a distant memory, flotsam fading away. For now, it’s the smells of barbecues and cut grass that blow their way, the adventure that lies ahead. These two friends, Jim and Joe, leave their homes and chores behind to ride through evening streets. The sun, still strong, heats their backs as they joke and laugh and weave. Kids are ganging, playing cricket and hopscotch down lanes and dodging cars. Teenagers fix Fords and Holdens kerbside, INXS’s new anthem blazing.

Down Church Street the pair meet up with the Yarra, the wind up their tail as a group launches stones at them. They whoop and fang along the riverbank, taking their worn track in the couch grass as if they were late for the time of their lives. Matching haircuts flow blond, skin tanned from the long summer, smiles flash white.

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James Phelan

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