They won’t find me out here. Not like the last time. Or the time before that. And was there a time before that? My memory is going so I can’t be sure.
I can remember one thing, though, and that’s my name. I’ll tell you it in a minute if you don’t rush off.
There goes another aeroplane, slicing up the sky. I don’t understand all this travel. You can go a long way by sitting still, the world’s turning so fast.
I mean, look at that sky. Nothing in it now but clouds, all twisting and turning and changing around. Doesn’t look the same from one second to the next. No need to move an inch to see something new.
They want to take me away but I won’t let them. They won’t find me out here.
My name’s Bruce, by the way.
Ever laughed until you’ve cried?
If you haven’t, try reading ‘Polar Bears‘, a story by arts journalist and author, Gareth Hipwell.
This vicious but very funny vignette tackles a serious subject by stealth. Even before you’ve had time to wipe your nose its end has arrived, and the story, like a bear, has bitten off your head – only half of it, mind.
The story concisely captures the dichotomy in the ongoing debate about climate change: Tom and Jess have ‘polar’ opposite opinions and never the twain shall meet.
And although the story didn’t bring me to actual tears – is crying a conspiracy? – the plight of the planet is well worth weeping over.
‘Polar Bears’ was published at Flashers, the ‘online home of Australian flash fiction’, which is currently in hibernation. Here’s hoping global warming will bring it back to life sometime soon.