by Muriel Cooper | Past Writers in Residence
The Wind by Muriel Cooper The Wind On a windy day at the Portsea back beach, Grandpa Henry, Connor and Meredith, and their children, Kylie, and Finn are walking along the sand. Henry is carrying a shopping bag. Meredith says, “We shouldn’t be...
by Muriel Cooper | Past Writers in Residence
The Ferry by Muriel Cooper The Ferry Miles sits on the balcony at Sorrento overlooking Port Phillip Bay and the ferry terminal. “What’re you looking at through those binoculars uncle Miles?” Nick asks. “I’m ferry watching.”...
by Muriel Cooper | Past Writers in Residence
The Swim by Muriel Cooper The old beagle looks up from his basket. His muzzle grey and his eyes bleary.“Come on, Barney, my old darling. Time for your walk.” He perks up when he sees the lead, his tail wags, he struggles out of the basket and licks her hand as she...
by Muriel Cooper | Past Writers in Residence
The Ladder by Muriel Cooper She remembered the steep ladder leading down from the cliff to the beach, and the cave where countless fires had been lit, blackening the roof. You could sit in there and watch the sea when it wasn’t occupied by drunken teenagers or...
