Mara wanted to cry but she didn't dare. She wasn't even allowed to wear her shoes until she was seated in the back of her uncle's old Dodge. Her mother had never let her outside barefoot before. Clutching her suitcase, she sat between her silent older brothers as the car roared to life and took off down the dark street. The headlights cast everything around them into shadow, leaving only the path ahead illuminated. Homes she'd often ridden past on her bicycle were indistinguishable, featureless shapes like toys piled in a corner in the dark. Toys...
'Mami!' she cried. 'I left Victoria!'
Her mother turned to look back at her, smiling sadly. 'I'm sorry, hija,' she said. 'We'll get you another doll as soon as we can.la novia
We haven't cleaned the gutters yet. There’s dry scrub sticking out like mossy pubes from a nanna's cossie.
Dry scrub wishing for embers. This valley is a firebowl and we know it but we cook our pork chops and we steam our rice and we watch A Current Affair.
Rob says he would stay and fight. He reckons he could hide under the rock ledge in the basement and the fire would pass him by. I say he's a fool. Anyone knows this house is a matchbox.a movement in a moment
Two hours pass and I can feel the words trying to slip off the page and smear their inky stains over me. A battle I can win, I think, sees me standing over the sink trying to set fire to the corners of the page with the glowing end of my cigarette. Ten left means I could be here for the afternoon. Paragraphs go up in smoke, covering the drain hole with ashes as strong as our commitment. One drop is all it took to wreak havoc.paris