But life goes on. That’s the taxi mum’s called beeping outside. Right after the post with the child welfare benefit times the four of us. Three of whom she’s grabbed to take to Auntie Girlie’s, Warren’s not home. Stop off on the way, cash the coupons at a dairy where she does business, convert government child money for our mother into the big unentitled gambling benefit. On these guilty days, it makes her feel better to have us along, me and my brothers. (We’re getting more distant to each other. It must be our means of survival. Brian’s two years younger, Ian a year and a bit older. I’ve hardly thought of them in the last I don’t know how long. We’ve made our own separate worlds, better that way, insulate you more, keep hurt from hurting you. Easier not to talk, you might hear the echo, see the mirror the same as what’s slowly breaking your brothers the same.) Dad’s at work, we’re on school holiday, the money will be spent, the damage done before he comes home to find out from Warren that she’s cashed the welfare coupons — again.
What do You think about Both Sides Of The Moon (2012)?
