“Is that all?” she asks.
He offers her the strap of woven hessian. She runs it through her fingers feeling the soft weave.
“All natural materials,” he says, “natural colouring, as strong as steel and 98% recyclable.”
“What about the buckle bit?”
He hands her the item. She turns it and lifts the bar. The click is sharp and staccato in the over stuffed office.Continue reading “A New World by Peter O’Connor”