The Man in Seat 45A

I stuffed my hand luggage under the seat and settled in for the short journey back home.  “Miss F__, why are you leaving town? School only finishes tomorrow.” I turned to face the voice. He sat there, gazing at me with a slightly amused look on his face. I squinted, dumbfounded. How did he know … Read more

Mordialloc

A dusty road, a horse drawn cart, a bicycle or two, and someone ambling towards the train station in the background. This is what you would have seen if you stood on Main Street about a hundred and twenty years ago. Mordialloc! I first saw the name when I stood on the platform at Flinders … Read more