Riffing in the Lismore Pharmacy. A story by Maria Simms

No Place For Sheep


Christmas cheer had eluded me when I walked into the tinsel festooned Lismore pharmacy. In fact I’d been feeling dispirited for some time. Isolation on a steep bush block, distance from friends, lack of city buzz, and a bad case of writer’s block had got to me. My lifelong desire to find myself at the pulse of a literary cultural life, or by this time any cultural life at all, had taken on a Quixotic quality without the romance of that eternal dreamer tilting at windmills from his wobbly horse. I was over grappling with heat and floods and weeds and reading about hugely successful writers in the weekend newspaper supplements.

The vista of Christmas glitz; the press of the sick, the anxious and depressed milling about at the prescriptions-out counter and the clamour of carols billowed towards me. The service number slip I’d been holding so optimistically seemed to…

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One thought on “Riffing in the Lismore Pharmacy. A story by Maria Simms

  1. Please go to the above story if you are interested in well written conversations and in theater. I reckon this story is a real treat! It was published one year ago. I only found it today and could not resist reblogging it. 🙂 Auntyuta

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