My journey isn’t a long one.
It doesn’t take me to other countries, other times,
Except in my head.
Using my ‘pensioner gold card’ I board the train.
Travelling from the south coast of New South Wales
To the city of Sydney, I read whatever my current ‘read’ is.
At the moment it’s Stephen King’s ‘Danse Macabre.’
Reflecting on old horror films I imagine the Sydney Opera House
Covered in slime.
Those shell-like structures defaced by gruesome giant snails.
A mollusc-like monument.
What a story that could be – maybe I’ll write it – one day.