Majorca Flats
A tale of the people who live in an Edwardian Terrace in Melbourne; their friends and lovers.
All new Majorca Flats episodes are now being posted to my WordPress blog. You can follow it even if you do not have a WordPress Account.
There's also my Twitter and my Tumblr blog and my group.
Monday, 14 August 2017
Wednesday, 9 August 2017
Majorca Flats 615
I don't know whether Blogger fixed the problem with the "adult warning", but I'm going to continue to post new episodes on my Wordpress blog rather than here.
The latest episode, 615.
Tuesday, 8 August 2017
Sunday, 23 July 2017
Blogger Conniptions
When you try and access this blog, you'll get this warning, below. I set "Adult Content" to "yes" because I didn't want prudes to be offended by the fact that I describe sex scenes and sexual love in Majorca Flats.
But recently, Blogger must have changed their coding. After ten or so clicks (over a few days) on "I UNDERSTAND AND I WISH TO CONTINUE" it goes into a perpetual loop, with this warning page coming up again and again, making it impossible to access the blog. The only way to get past this loop is to clear the cache on the computer. For me, that's no problem. But for my readers, who might not know about this new wrinkle from Blogger, it must mean that they can't get to read my story. They must think there is something wrong with the blog itself, rather than with Blogger's software.
So from now on, I'm going to post the new episodes of Majorca Flats to my Wordpress blog/website. You don't need a Wordpress account to read the blog there, but I think it gets more complicated if you wish to follow the Wordpress blog and get notifications whenever I make a new post. But you can also get notifications if you follow my Tumblr or Twitter accounts or if you join my email listing/group. You don't need a special account to join my group if all you want is to get emails notifying you whenever I do a new post.
But recently, Blogger must have changed their coding. After ten or so clicks (over a few days) on "I UNDERSTAND AND I WISH TO CONTINUE" it goes into a perpetual loop, with this warning page coming up again and again, making it impossible to access the blog. The only way to get past this loop is to clear the cache on the computer. For me, that's no problem. But for my readers, who might not know about this new wrinkle from Blogger, it must mean that they can't get to read my story. They must think there is something wrong with the blog itself, rather than with Blogger's software.
So from now on, I'm going to post the new episodes of Majorca Flats to my Wordpress blog/website. You don't need a Wordpress account to read the blog there, but I think it gets more complicated if you wish to follow the Wordpress blog and get notifications whenever I make a new post. But you can also get notifications if you follow my Tumblr or Twitter accounts or if you join my email listing/group. You don't need a special account to join my group if all you want is to get emails notifying you whenever I do a new post.
Thursday, 20 July 2017
602
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Colin left his car and walked towards the turnoff to
the Cross. He stood behind a bush
watching the road from the south. He was
getting antsy waiting for the car to come up the mountain. Every second lasted an hour. He felt his responsibility for Luigi and
Cody. The interview he’d had with Cody
was etched into his memory. And he
remembered Luigi’s grace and compassion and strength. He’d been amused to catch the looks form Luigi
which hinted at desire. Colin knew he
was 100% straight. He admired Luigi’s
beauty the same was he admired a van Gogh painting or a Bach quartet. Luigi, beautiful as he was, did nothing for
him. But, perhaps because he was so sure
of his own heterosexuality, he wasn’t afraid of gays, he didn’t despise them,
and he didn’t think he needed to fuss about them, even if from time to time
they cast eyes of approbation and desire at him. He liked Luigi and he was sorry for Cody, and
he took the police motto with real sincerity and passion. Uphold
the right. Up until a few years ago
it had been “Tenez le droit”, and secretly he preferred the former French motto. As he’d said to Luigi, he’d always wanted to
be a policeman. He’d never forgotten his
pride at the passing out ceremony at the Victorian Police Academy, at the
taking of the oath which made him a police officer:
I, Colin Pierre
Andrew de Graves swear by Almighty God that I will well and truly serve our
Sovereign Lady the Queen as a police officer in Victoria in any capacity in
which I may be appointed, promoted, or reduced to, without favour or affection,
malice or ill-will for the period of five years from this date, and until I am
legally discharged, that I will see and cause Her Majesty's peace to be kept
and preserved, and that I will prevent to the best of my power all offences,
and that while I continue to be a police officer I will to the best of my skill
and knowledge discharge all the duties legally imposed on me faithfully and
according to law.
He’d chosen the religious affirmation over the secular
one because he did still believe in God, despite the behaviour of the
Church. He prayed now, his heart full,
“Lord, save Cody and Luigi, and if it be your will,
lead the Killer to repentance. And give
me the courage and strength and insight to do what is right.”
This was the first time he might have to use his
weapon. It was the first time he might
have to kill someone to save someone else.
He had no doubt that he could and would do it. He did not know how he would feel afterwards,
but in his own mind, his duty was clear. He had to save Luigi and Cody. If he couldn’t also save the Killer, well, so
be it. Like Esmé, he wondered what had
driven the Killer to kill. Like Esmé, he
knew that he would do his duty, whatever it was. I hope,
he thought, I won’t make a fool of myself.
He didn’t even think that he might himself be killed.
Tuesday, 18 July 2017
601
In the car with the Killer, Luigi was considering all
the options. They were nearly
there. The road ascended past beautiful
houses, through avenues of deciduous trees in their autumn dress. At each bend in the road, Luigi expected to
see the turnoff to the Cross and the picnic site.
So
what I’ll do is this, he thought. When we’re both out of the car, I’ll attack
him, yelling to Cody to run. I’ll just
leap at him, and even if he shoots me, he might not kill me. I’ll push him over, and then run away from
him. Also, maybe the police will be
there. But what if they are already
there and he just shoots us? What can I
do in the car? He’s on the back seat, if
I turn around to do anything, he’ll kill Cody and then me.
He went through
the options again and again. None of
them appeared propitious. The memory of
his own cowardice still seared his heart.
But people had survived, somehow—poverty, war, pestilence. And they’d done it with courage and wit,
even. He could too. He would find a way. And if he died, it would not be in vain.
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