Title: Little Steps

Author: Geoff Cochrane

In: Sport 8: Autumn 1992

Publication details: Fergus Barrowman, March 1992, Wellington

Part of: Sport

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Sport 8: Autumn 1992

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I am awake and up early. I make a cup of tea and take it to the back lawn. The grass is dewy, the light simple in which flowers unstick themselves from sleep. Tracing invisible geometries in the damp air, bees ferry tiny certainties about. It is here I invent the dog.

My father is shaving, the bathroom door ajar.

'I'd like to get back today, Dad.'

He dabs lather at himself.

'It's all buses nowadays,' he says. 'Inter-bloody-City, I think they call it. They travel in convoy when they move at all.'

'Where is the terminal?'

'There's a booking outfit behind the Mall. I'll drop you down there after if you like.'

Our language has been oddly sparse. I have felt it to be letting in the air like a building half-finished.

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