The children don’t speak of the drinking or the smoking or the gambling. Their children across the road decorate a rusted jungle gym: Johnny Boy and Whiti and Jay and Beloved and Charity, none of them playing, just sitting, watching the cars pull up and pull away, the old men smoke on the corner, the late sun settle and the red dusk rise. No man in his right mind would leave the pokies on a hot hand, would dare to risk upsetting the affections of those pull-the-lever mechanical maidens. The drinking still goes on, of course, but only after the gambling has begun to go poorly. There is a park on Church Street, a grand place that lies opposite an old pub, more a place of gambling than drinking nowadays. "You fellas always say sorry with chips": a short story by one of the best new writers in New Zealand Contact us via the "Contact Us" link and provide a link to the product in question and specifics about the item in question.ReadingRoom Short story: The children of Church Street, by Airana Ngarewa If you have any question please contact us prior to purchasing. Please be sure to refer to the product description and the product PREVIEW for an exact list of what is included.
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