Pain-au-Raison

Recipe:

Purchase precooked, frozen.
Bounce around in a car boot for a day.
Take for a jaunt on a car ferry.
Delay cooking while those around you, folk passing by, give advice.
Locate oven.
Do knowing bloke talk about Celsius and Farring-Height.
Think of a number, wop doughy globs nearest the element that’s working.
Shut oven door.
Discuss Plan B and locate a cafe that serves pain-au-raisin.

Scarecrow

Auckland city. I have always walked past this corner shop and cafe to my preferred cafe. But there lunchtime was over, expired, gone. So I returned to the cafe on the corner.

The staff member delighted with my thank you for a fine salad. Familiar accent, Rome, a lively conversation and I departed for with a free meal tucked under my arm. “See you again,”I say –
No free salad next time!
Laughter.

Oooooh, no!

An eel.

Our hottest day this summer. Happy families in the river. It’s warm.

An eel swims by. He’s superb at underwater. I depart company over water. A young woman about to enter the water. Instinc . A shriek.

I swim my lengths and depart while the woman is still negotiating terms with Neil the Eel. I am sure they will come to a fluid arrangement.