I felt confused.
I felt... trapped inside a picture. Behind me, in the buggy, two broken people, sorrow clouding them, exuded like mist chilling my back. The Minister and his wife, lives shattered, shot apart from within; the lawman, grim and grey-faced, who understood duty and never shirked confrontation, but who now faced one of his most difficult challenges, handing over an old friend to faceless judgement.
But in front of me bright sunshine decorated the landscape ahead. Clint's arm around my shoulders. Above, endless blue sky. Around us, warm breezes and birdsong.
The world is a beautiful artist.
Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
Lovely postscript Drew. Great final line,... it is, isn’t it?
Have loved this story all the way through, Drew. Brilliant plot, brilliantly told. The way you have carried us, taunted us and taken our senses up and down with your words and imagery is nothing short of peerless. Great stuff (assuming there won’t be an Epilogue 3!) 🙂
Drew Martyn about 2 years ago
Thanks very much Neville, I really appreciate it.
There is a sort of Reprise though as you'll see :) This Anna Cody, she's a chopsy ol' girl.