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.

Share on facebook
Facebook
Share on twitter
Twitter
Share on linkedin
LinkedIn

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Nat Newman - portrait

Nat Newman

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

COMING SOON

The Office of Dead Letters

SEARCH OLD BLOG POSTS

latest posts

words | travel | life | beer

Sign up for the newsletter for your monthly dose of words, travel, life, beer.