For Violet – The Huon River
The frost had settled hard on the grass. It was a cold, clear night and the moonlight lay flat across the absolute calm of the river. The woman lay still.
It had not always been like this. Winds had blown across her face as she sat in the sidecar of a bike as a young woman at the edge of her life. The woman had braved this trip once before to meet her future mother in law, now she was making it as a bride.
They lay together in the calm of the night; there was nothing to hear, nothing to connect them physically, or she to anything or anyone.
Many times she would travel the road close to the river. When she first began these journeys to her new home, she was filled with both hope and sadness. She was sad to leave her family…
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