Week 48

Glistening silver streaks weaved around and around like a sparkly snake climbing towards the heavens, while beads of blue and purple were hung loosely amongst the green spikes with clear baubles perched delicately on its tips.
Christmas had arrived at the Williams household, but not everyone was there to celebrate the festive season.
A small ceremony was taking place in the backyard where the children openly wept and the adults’ faces grew red trying to keep their tears hidden.
A small box was placed into the ground with a lone sunflower dropped on top. A short karakia was spoken, the first of the dirt shifted, and a final farewell said.
The twinkling of stars were hidden above the glow of fairy lights as the family eventually moved back inside.
A small dish on the kitchen floor sat empty, but no one made to remove it. Instead they tried to settle into their usual places around the dining table and on the couch. Few words were spoken, none of meaning. But arms of comfort were freely available and taken advantage of.
Finally the children were ushered to bed and the adults had a moment to themselves. Presents were brought out of hiding places, wrapped, and placed under the tree, but one was taken away.
A small and poorly wrapped parcel that jingled when it was moved was put high on a shelf, not to be forgotten, but for now unrequired.

Only Dicks Speed

So usually I write a story each week, but there has been something on my mind a lot lately that I felt I needed to put into words. It’s something I want us to talk about over the next few months, and it’s something I want you to share with as many people as possible.
Here we go.

We’re coming into one of the deadliest times on the roads. The Christmas / New Year break.
We all know not to speed, and once again the police tolerance will be just 4km over the limit. And yet we also know there’ll be people who think they’re above the law, and those people will probably take lives.

And it’s those people that make me really angry. Because there’s no need for it. There is never an excuse good enough to warrant speeding.

“Enjoy the journey.”
“Better to arrive late than not at all.”
“Take your time, and take lots of stops.”
We’ve all heard the messages from the NZTA, and now here’s one from me.

Speeding is a really dick-ish thing.
If you go ahead and kill yourself, fine. But first, think how it will affect your family and your friends, those who will mourn your loss and wonder what life may have been. Think of how it affects other drivers on the road, the people who swerve to avoid you, or rush out of their cars to help. Think of how it affects the first responders, who have already seen too many incidents in their lifetimes.

But here’s the thing, most speeders kill other people. And that’s when it gets really selfish.

Because what your actions say is that you think you’re the best driver in the world, and that you know better. You know better than the people that planned the roads, that set the speeds, and that enforce the law.

And, you’re saying that your life is better than everyone’s; that your life is worth more. Because why else would you risk the lives of other drivers, of passengers, of children that may also be sharing the same roads as you.

If you speed and you kill yourself, I believe that’s Darwinism at work. But if you speed and kill someone else, you’re proving to be moronic and selfish and a complete dick.

Only dicks speed.

Don’t be a dick. Please.

Week 1

The shake of a rattlesnake sounded from behind.
There were no snakes in this country, let alone in the back of the car and almost as immediately as the thought had formed, it was replaced with the realisation that the noise had been a rear window wiper, rarely used.
As rain flooded the windscreen and the wipers sliced the water not quick enough to scurry away, her thoughts danced back to the image of a rattlesnake; lying in wait, slithering amongst Christmas presents and over-packed suitcases.
Of course there was no snake, but it was nice to think that life held some surprises and excitement even now.