Somehow we both knew it as Calacoci’s milk bar. It’s a Starbucks now, typical. Nothing stays the same – probably just as well.
Three o’clock for a coffee and if it works out maybe a drink and … dinner? The drink and dinner part wasn’t talked about between us, but it’s sort of implied. At least I think it is – standard internet dating protocols. Coffee for starters in a very public place, then, take it from there.
Memories.
Seven miles from the city, a thousand miles from care. Get off at the wharf and if you’re lucky, Dad, especially if he and Mum are treating themselves to a Javana Sling, will shout us kids a milk shake at Burt’s. Cold as, in those tall aluminium cups. I remember feeling all grown up when I had grown tall enough to be able to peer over the ruby red laminex counter top and see into the stainless steel milk tub. Always a mystery before that. Where are they dipping those ladles to get the icy cold milk from? I would wonder, but never ask. Might get a clip over the ear if you were too curious, asking too many questions.
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wake up and smell the humans 
A great story and walk along memory lane, thank you. My dad took my brother and I got a drive after the big storm in manly too. Sad about the star bucks though, they’re spoilers x
Thanks Niki,
Good ol’ Manly, eh!
Sean x
Hi Sean
really enjoyed your latest story. An immediate error is no space after Slippery When Wet. My grandparents used to own a milk bar, grocery store and I recall the metal container of milk plus a similar one of ice cream in neapolitan flavours only.
Liked the flashbacks and present time interludes and how the protagonist has grown and is aware of his failings.
Well done and an enjoyable read.
Julie
PS on another note, we’ve cancelled our trip to Tas with the Covid 19 Great Britain strain a step too far for me. We’ll wait for the vaccine. My daughter has threatened her husband with divorce and I shall miss my granddaughter’s 16th birthday. Life’s dramas continue despite the pandemic. I’m meditating my way through it all. Sent her some flowers today instead of me.
On Thu, 14 Jan 2021 at 06:14, wake up and smell the humans wrote:
> Sean Crawley posted: ” Photo by Simon Rae on Unsplash Somehow we both knew > it as Calacoci’s milk bar. It’s a Starbucks now, typical. Nothing stays the > same – probably just as well. Three o’clock for a coffee and if it works > out maybe a drink and … dinner? The drink and d” >
Thank you Julie,
Glad you enjoyed.
Sorry to hear about your having to cancel the trip to Tassie. Understand completely.
Take care,
Sean
Hi Sean I have no idea of the place but it captured a nostalgia for Australia’s beaches deeply, lovely writing my friend 😍
Thanks Athena, love your support!✌