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The night I (probably) saved a stranger’s life — I could see the fear on her face as we drove past. Until now, the road had stretched ahead endless and empty of traffic. It seemed like the rest of Perth was tucked up safe in bed. This section of the Tonkin Highway was relatively new, connecting sleepy suburbs rather…

Six Word Photo Story Challenge: Freestyle — Could that be a mermaid tail? You know it’s cold when Chilli consents to a wearable blankie (dog coat). With her thick heeler fur, she seldom feels the cold. Rotto, on the other paw, shivers and shakes wanting his wearable blankie as soon as there is a bit of breeze. Unlike his looks which come from…

Six Word Photo Story Challenge: Freestyle — I didn’t dig that impressive hole It started slowly at first. Just the odd hole here and there. Not your normal everyday backyard hole. These are big holes. I, Rotto, I’m pretty impressed with some of them. These holes are grand. A little Rott could get lost if I fell down one. One morning, I, Rotto…

Spring Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Nature Art” — A perfect tuft of wild feathers Over summer, my front yard was full of feathers. There were lovely white feathers from the White Cockatoos. We’d find the occasional bright green tail feather from a Ringneck. Tiny fluffy feathers like pink confetti adorned the shrubs, left behind by the Pink Galahs. Once, when the Black Cockatoos from…

Six Word Photo Story Challenge: Freestyle — I didn’t flip that chair over Yes, I was sleeping in the chair moments ago. But I, Rotto, I’m firmly pointing the paw at her, Chilli. It happened like this. I was sleeping in the chair, minding my own business. I, Rotto, love a good snooze in the chair. I was having the best dream. …

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder — It wasn't the best chair in the world. Truth be told, it was most likely made from vinyl rather than leather. But that wasn't the point. It was Pop's chair. No one sat in Pop's chair. …

To boldly go beyond six words — Dogs have been my constant companions. I’ve always been a dog person, much to my mother’s despair. My mother only had eyes for horses. I played with the stable dog, Daisy, as my mother mucked out stalls and groomed horses. Daisy’s belly got bigger and bigger each week. Until one day, I arrived at the stable…