Diamonds In The Mud And Other Stories (2006) - Plot & Excerpts
Six long hours of driving behind me and I am almost there, almost home. The town slinks out of a flat red landscape, its dusty trees sprinkling dusty shade on dusty walls. Tin roofs glare as I pass, small windows stare, trees still gossip about me; I tell stories of my home town but I edit them well and polish each word. Same garage on the corner – Johnny used to work there, used to dream big dreams of owning it one day. For an instant I see myself entering that dark place, finding him still tinkering with his old ute. But he is married now, and not the reason I have returned. I am here to see my mother, and for her to see me as the businesswoman I have become, not as the weeping child who ran from her anger. She is not expecting me. My trip is a spur of the moment thing – I had no time to write, and she has no need for a telephone. Her farm is five miles from town. As I cross over the bridge the old boards complain at my passing. No red carpet rolled out for me, but the road raises a cloud of red dust.
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