"In 1915 Gallipoli came to symbolize Australia's national identity"
She wept, seeing Gallipoli chiselled into the cenotaph marble. No rose-tinted remembrances for those poppy fields.Sixty years hadn’t wearied one precious memory; amongst azaleas beside the billabong, they’d consummated love under the ancient red gum tree. He kissed her lips,...
"The old typewriter had a simple message for them"
“What’s a typewriter doing in a poppy field?” Madeleine asked.“Look’s like my Uncle Horace’s,” Chris answered his fiancee, “Let’s go.”He was horny and impatient, eager to return to his family’s farmhouse. A soft bed was waiting to host their first...
"His plans for a romantic interlude go awry."
It was a brilliant plan. Making love in a field of flowers. Romantic, right? Classy.My cock snug in her tight, wet heat, she sits astride me now, deeply impaled as she grinds out her third huge orgasm, crying out in ecstasy...
As the poppies blink away one by one, I’m reminded that nothing lasts forever.Not the sky above or the meadow below. The words I’ve typed and read in the books spread around me, and the pictures I’ve captured with my camera…...
I’d been watching the woman on the opposite balcony. Each morning she would strip naked and follow a yoga routine.I pulled a chair to my window and settled with my heels on the windowsill.I could see her lithe body glinting...
Dorothy yawned. Stupid magic poppies. Really, she should know better by now.“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...”She looked around, wondering where Toto had disappeared to. The lion let out a burp. Not a good sign. Nor were...
"Our couple remember those before them"
I wore a retro forties style dress complete with traditional stockings and suspenders.Alain a vintage suit, double-breasted with wide lapels and a Fedora hat.Deep into the poppy field with its mass of crimson colour, we stopped at a fallen tree...
In Flanders Fields they made love, embracing the trenches which lurk between adoration and bereavement, between possibilities and impossibilities, between passion and prohibition. “This is the end, my love,” he whispered through her tears, as the soft wind shared their...
"Gaia meets her soul mate!"
Gaia came across him in a garden of red poppies. He was typing on an anachronistic typewriter with books at his side.She was surprised when he looked up and actually saw her — few ever could. He didn't look away...
