Chapter 10: Port Hedland
It was Brandon’s first real trip out of Gunnanilla since he arrived. The sight of the ocean was a welcome one. The town itself was rather drab, but at least it was a town and not an outpost, like Gunnanilla.
“How about some lunch?” asked Frank. “Fish and chips?”
“Sounds good to me,” said Brandon.
“Keep your eyes open for a fish and chip shop.”
It didn’t take long to find one. They pulled into an empty parking bay and went inside to order.
“Feels so good to be away from Gunnanilla,” Brandon said as they went back outside to wait for their order to be cooked.
Frank leaned in. “Feel even better tonight,” he said, giving the front of Brandon’s jeans a rub.
Here, Brandon didn’t care if anyone saw them. No one knew them in Port Hedland. Here, he could openly enjo
