Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Living on Paradise Street

Well, the house was on stilts. Small green frogs lived beside the steps leading up to the house and he would often pick them up and say a friendly hello as he came home. A freight train chugged by at regular intervals, shipping sugar cane with a rhythm you could dance to. When it rained, the hockey fields behind the house flooded making a shallow and slick silver lake. After hockey games, he would go and collect used bottles to refund, until one day he was able to buy himself a shiny new dinky toy car. His mum accidently drove the car too far under the house once, crashing into the stilts. It was very lucky that the house didn't fall and that she wasn't hurt. He also had his very own pile of dirt which he would stand on top of, viewing Paradise Street and feeling that he owned it all.


  1. Sounds like an idyllic childs life. Can I go there?

  2. Yes, it does sound idyllic to me too. The boy who grew up there turned into a very nice man. Must have been the green frogs' influence. The way to get there is to close your eyes and picture it behind your eyelids. Or go to Queensland.