The curious incident of the dogs in the night-time


Joadja, Jesse the dingo, Old Possum and I were sitting in the dark in Jo’s rainforest garden after she’d closed the café. The moon rose over the old terraces while we chatted intermittently,  tuning in to the rustle of leaves, the gentle chirping of crickets and the quiet hum of traffic on Sydney Street.

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