Richard Grant

Snapshots

September 2010. We walked alone in Leederville. Rori was drunk. I don’t think she’s ever been drunk before. The last glimmers of rain on the pavement are lit up by the streetlights, and I felt like we were walking through a dreamscape. All down Vincent Street we joked about how grown-up it felt to get free wine at a gallery opening without getting asked for our IDs. Such rebels. To be fair, we were practically adults anyway. My sister turned a blind-eye, she was cool like that. Thanked us both for coming, Rori asked her about the photograph of the cowboy dressed in blue.