Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on wednesday 23 october 2019
Flash, next-door’s Alsatian, looked up in surprise as Jason turned his battered Holden ute on to his concrete driveway and screeched to a sudden halt, only a hair’s breadth short of his treasured Manuka tree. Without so much as a glance at the dog who he usually greeted with much affection, he leapt out of the car, slammed the door shut behind him and stormed into his backyard. Jason was seething.
