The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Tuesday, 3 November 2015
I silently watched them call her names. I wanted so much to take on the burden of her pain. Maybe she would have let me had it not been for the coward in control of my brain. Eventually I watched her walk away. And still I had nothing to say. But even though they found her body washed-up at Cornelian Bay, she still paces sadly around my head every day.