The danger at the door

overcoming fear of the blank page

Being a classy bird, I walked home in the morning of the first day of the last year of the first decade of the 21st century  with my sandals in my hand. Walking barefoot from Surry Hills to Redfern with my mask in my other hand, I pondered the proliferation of glass and drug paraphernalia, but my feet were mostly unsoiled by anything except city grime.

Until I got home. And found this on my doorstep.

Glass doorThx uze guyz!

Oh yeah. I’m from Redfern.

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Nat Newman

Nat Newman is an award-winning writer of short stories, content, podcasts, feature articles, drunk text messages and, soon, a novella.


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