This Her Thing

Holding on in an age of letting go

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  • Published 20210504
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-59-7
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

I DRIVE PAST where Mum died and I feel the tractor beam of that place, the urge to pull in and stop. But I don’t. It’s off the highway, down a small gravel road with a dead end, and I know how country eyes work. I know they’ll look through their country windows and wonder who I am. I don’t want anyone to wonder who I am.  

Odd to think my mum died at a dead end. 

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