Winter in Canberra
Theresa stares at the windup clock, its fat convex belly reflecting the painting Dan had made just before he left for Canberra. Six seconds before 12:35. For her, lunchtime. For him, nearly breakfast the following day.
Eighteen hours between Carbondale and Canberra.
She pictures him asleep on his belly, hands tucked beneath the pillow, his hair standing straight up.
“Let him go, Theresa.”
Theresa whirls as her mother pads into the kitchen in fuzzy pink slippers. A thin housecoat is buttoned over her pajamas.
“I can’t.”
“It’s been nine months, honey.”
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Eighteen hours between Carbondale and Canberra.
She pictures him asleep on his belly, hands tucked beneath the pillow, his hair standing straight up.
“Let him go, Theresa.”
Theresa whirls as her mother pads into the kitchen in fuzzy pink slippers. A thin housecoat is buttoned over her pajamas.
“I can’t.”
“It’s been nine months, honey.”
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