{An anthology of stories.}
{A collection of artefacts.}
{A troop of monkeys.}
Perhaps such a clean and salted start to the week was what was required to get me through Tuesday when I received news from a kind stranger that Louise was okay but had been involved in a car accident.
As she made to make a right hand turn, a ute (it is alleged, for things are now tangled up in the rigmarole that follows as one person’s version of events bumps alongside another person’s) drove through a red light, connecting with Louise and tipping her car on its side momentarily before sending her with crash and thump into a telegraph pole. Car and pole intermeshed at the entrance to the Empress with a loud crash, and helpful passers-by raced to her aid. Louise emerged shaken and a tad bruised but okay in all other regards.
The car deemed totalled as removalists attempted to tow it away, left behind its metal and plastic car guts. The section of road covered in a fine sea of glass from windscreen and passenger side door, it all could have been so different, but it wasn’t. Let’s hope such luck continues to stay onside; I have become rather fond of it.
(Upon lighter note, Louise and I have both been working on two new zines each. Tomorrow, we hope to post details of the four new zines we have been a-tinkering on. The trio of collages above will give you some clue as to one of my two. A mute of hounds, a cloud of seafowl, a pitying of doves, I am making a zine of collective nouns.)
