They were large, stained, rust-coloured. You’d found them in an op shop somewhere. Old men’s trousers. I laughed and wouldn’t believe you when you said they once belonged to Russell Drysdale. So you took them off, right there on the Town Hall steps, and waved them in front of my face, flourishing the tag with the neat red stitching and Russell Drysdale’s name.
'Russell Drysdale’s Trousers', a new story by Catherine Moffat
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Catherine Moffat is a writer who lives on the central coast of New South Wales. Her work has been published in literary journals and on ABC Radio. She is a regular blogger for Meanjin and for Overland.
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