This is a collection of raw material dating back to the 1950s by journalist John Stapleton. It incorporates photographs, old diary notes, published stories of a more personal nature, unpublished manuscripts and the daily blogs which began in 2004 and have formed the source material for a number of books. Photographs by the author. For a full chronological order refer to or merge with the collection of his journalism found here: https://thejournalismofjohnstapleton.blogspot.com.au/
Wednesday, 20 July 2005
Of Course We Couldn't
Of Course We Couldn't. That wasn't why he was so frightened in the trees, or why he forgot how beautiful the city could be; the climbers on the bridge silhouetted at sunset. He had been offered free tickets once. Now the price was steep enough to make you think twice. There was little English around him, mostly French and Chinese; In the rocky waves he didn't know what it was for anymore. He had grown tired of the struggle, and lay cuckolded. The death of his youngest half-brother had been a savage thing. In the middle of the night, everything was said. The message was passed. If you had stayed with him you would have lived a very unhappy life. She had lost her son.
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