Steve Gray
by Steve Gray An eclectic set of shops set in ‘downtown anywhere Melbourne suburbs.’ It’s a ‘T’ intersection with a mix of older and odd shops that have quaint appeal. Over the years, properties have been cleared out to provide parking for staff and customers, as well as parking
Steve Gray
by Steve Gray Chapter one The air inside Sally's Bookstore was not merely still; it was deeply sedimented, a fragrant blend of aged paper, desiccated cedar, and the subtle, sharp tang of binding glue. Sunlight, filtered through the small, square-paned windows facing the cobbled side alley, fracturing
Steve Gray
by Steve Gray He could sit for hours, though the hours often bled into days, measured only by the shifting weight of the sun across the room and floorboards. He’d sit and wait, a quiet observer wallowing in the honeyed gentleness of the light. Outside the glass, a riot
I lived off easey street
I lived off easey street
I lived off easey street
I lived off easey street
By Steve Gray Hold on! Have you read the previous chapters? It was a usual kind of a day, things were ticking over and in the door a lady wandered in, professionally presented and with a nice smile. Her face was familiar to me but I wasn’t sure where
Steve Gray
Steve Gray
When you meet Steve Gray through his writing, what strikes you first is his voice. It’s conversational, funny, and grounded in the rhythms of ordinary Australian life. Whether he’s writing about a suburban street, a country town, or a quiet moment in someone’s lounge room, his tone
I lived off easey street
I lived off easey street
By Steve Gray Mainly I had a blessed life, I was apparently one of those people who had things land in my lap, dad said ‘That kid’s the luckiest thing I know!’ Mum would respond with a shake of her head and say for god sake, Todd is not
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