The Night is for Hunting
“We had to find them today. We simply had to. The whole of the previous day, Homer and I, and the other three when they caught up with us, had scoured the bush. We called the kids’ names now. We had no trouble making that decision. We felt sure they would answer if they could hear us. If they were conscious to hear us. If they were alive.Each time I called, I just hoped an enemy soldier didn’t answer.The trouble was that this kind of bush was so featureless. I love the bush as much as anyone but there was nothing to love about this bland scrubby stuff. It seemed to go on forever, the light green leaves of the gum trees, the light brown soil, the light blue summer sky. The colours were dull, the brightness leached out by the relentless sun. There wasn’t even much wildlife to speak of. The most obvious were the ravens, like big black rags floating down onto trees. And often the only sound to be heard was the cawing of the ravens, hoarse and ugly, the voices of death.Searching was a lonel...y business.MoreLess
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