Santa’s Washing Line

The Saturday round of farmers market, supermarket and wine shop and an evening walk with K. By 7 the hardline Pleasant Ave street partygoers had settled in. On the corner one was looking at his phone, awaiting a food delivery rider. The small boy on the footpath declined my suggestion to shoot K with his very big water pistol. Snuggles’ condolence book has been replaced with an illuminated cat and a shrine.