Photographer Chrissy returns home for the first time in 34 years, unsure if she caused the death of her best friend, Pat, in 1973.
Her parents now dead, she plans to sell up quickly and leave. But the past returns, unbidden and cloudy. Elderly neighbour Alice and childhood friend Marion seem unable or unwilling to fill in the gaps. And Spencer, the nihilistic lover she assumed dead, is alive and producing commercial art for tourists.
Memories of events leading up to Pat’s death must be recovered if Chrissy is to find out what it is she’s been running from all those years.
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She’s glad it’s dark and she can’t see the fall, only a moving shine on the water, blinking and shifting; a vague sense of the drop. But at the top, astride and facing Pat, she’s big again, in control, safe. Like a giant in a fairy tale.
Her hands have gone dead. She can’t even feel her legs or feet now. She wonders if she’s still touching the tiles, or is actually lifting away from the roof. She senses this is the end, this is it, there won’t be anything more and really, now, she just wishes it would happen. Close her eyes. Float away.
Published by Mad Bear Books, July 2013
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