These are the opening pages of Canticle Creek, a work in progress. The narrator is Possum, a fifteen-year-old girl, returning to her home after a bushfire. AFTERBURN It was mid afternoon on the second day before I could sneak out of the hospital. I flagged the minister down, persuaded him to take me back to Bluehouse, but there was a road block at the bottom of the hill and a stone-faced cop who wasn’t taking any nonsense. “Crime scene, mate.” “She lives up there,” the minister explained, nodding at me.
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