After several days of rain, the people of
Coogee came out in droves to greet the ocean.
But the ocean was angry.

I have no real desire to live in Bondi
but I have a really strong desire to live
in this particular block of flats.
Something rustles through the grass near the graves
but I don't think it's a ghost.
I think it's a skink, sunning themself on the gravestones.

The skinks don't know that this is someone's final resting place.
To them it is a very warm rock.