Week 21: Club In the raw (278 words) Funniest thing happened. My neighbour has always been a little eccentric, right? Today was no exception. I happened to catch sight of him from my kitchen window. He comes out the back door, skips down the steps, across the lawn, ducks under his washing, heads to the base of a eucalypt in the back corner of his yard. Starkers. He picks up one stick, then another, inspecting it, throwing it back. He finds a promising contender. Tears off twigs. Waves it about for a bit, as if testing its weight. Next thing, he’s off down the side of the house. I scuttle down the hall to the front window, just in time to see him toss his stick into the back of his ute, and open up the driver’s door. ‘Hey, mate!’ I call to him, bending back the Venetians. My neighbour looks up and gives me a friendly wave. ‘Got to go. I’m running late,’ he tells me. He taps his wrist where his watch would be, if he was wearing one. But he’s not wearing anything. Did I mention that already? Not a stitch on him. In the buff. Disrobed. Au naturel, or what have you. ‘What’s going on, man?’ I ask him. ‘Fancy dress party.’ I thought I’d point out the obvious. As I said, he’s a little absentminded from time to time. ‘You’ve got nothing on, buddy.’ ‘Yeah, nah. I didn’t have time to get a costume. She’ll be apples, but,’ he assures me. He grins and pokes his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the tray. ‘I’ve got a club. I’m going as a caveman.’
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 10:34:28 +0000
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