The Desert
I'm sitting on the edge of a meteorite crater, a six pack of Victoria Bitter between my feet, one in my hand. The crater is ancient like the desert around me. There's a spring at the bottom and a grove of eucalyptus trees have grown over the bowl. It's something of an oasis and I like it here.
The sun is just kissing the western edge when I hear foot steps on the trail. I don't turn around, no need, I know everyone for 200 miles.
Old Bill sits down beside me. Leather boots and double denim and his felt hat.
“I hear you took down a steer today," he says. That thick red mud of his outback dawl.
"Yah. It's neck was broken. We fucked it up pulling it from a watering hole."
''faack," he says, drawing it out, "those damn holes. 'ell of ah job."
"Yah," I say and take another sip of beer. I hand one to Bill and he cracks it. He takes that first sip. That really good sip, the one we're always chasing.
"Ey done 'em ah few tymes mehself." That second sip, just a shadow of the first. He smacks his lip. "Don told yah y'er tha new kid yah?"
"Yep."
He smiles.
And we sit, drinking the six pack, chasing that first sip, watching the sky turn black.
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-4.25” x 5.5” card & gray envelope
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I'm sitting on the edge of a meteorite crater, a six pack of Victoria Bitter between my feet, one in my hand. The crater is ancient like the desert around me. There's a spring at the bottom and a grove of eucalyptus trees have grown over the bowl. It's something of an oasis and I like it here.
The sun is just kissing the western edge when I hear foot steps on the trail. I don't turn around, no need, I know everyone for 200 miles.
Old Bill sits down beside me. Leather boots and double denim and his felt hat.
“I hear you took down a steer today," he says. That thick red mud of his outback dawl.
"Yah. It's neck was broken. We fucked it up pulling it from a watering hole."
''faack," he says, drawing it out, "those damn holes. 'ell of ah job."
"Yah," I say and take another sip of beer. I hand one to Bill and he cracks it. He takes that first sip. That really good sip, the one we're always chasing.
"Ey done 'em ah few tymes mehself." That second sip, just a shadow of the first. He smacks his lip. "Don told yah y'er tha new kid yah?"
"Yep."
He smiles.
And we sit, drinking the six pack, chasing that first sip, watching the sky turn black.
Share your own story with this evocative greeting card!
-4.25” x 5.5” card & gray envelope
-Blank inside
-Printed on 100lb Cardstock
-Made in USA
I'm sitting on the edge of a meteorite crater, a six pack of Victoria Bitter between my feet, one in my hand. The crater is ancient like the desert around me. There's a spring at the bottom and a grove of eucalyptus trees have grown over the bowl. It's something of an oasis and I like it here.
The sun is just kissing the western edge when I hear foot steps on the trail. I don't turn around, no need, I know everyone for 200 miles.
Old Bill sits down beside me. Leather boots and double denim and his felt hat.
“I hear you took down a steer today," he says. That thick red mud of his outback dawl.
"Yah. It's neck was broken. We fucked it up pulling it from a watering hole."
''faack," he says, drawing it out, "those damn holes. 'ell of ah job."
"Yah," I say and take another sip of beer. I hand one to Bill and he cracks it. He takes that first sip. That really good sip, the one we're always chasing.
"Ey done 'em ah few tymes mehself." That second sip, just a shadow of the first. He smacks his lip. "Don told yah y'er tha new kid yah?"
"Yep."
He smiles.
And we sit, drinking the six pack, chasing that first sip, watching the sky turn black.
Share your own story with this evocative greeting card!
-4.25” x 5.5” card & gray envelope
-Blank inside
-Printed on 100lb Cardstock
-Made in USA
