Afternoon

Afternoon

The sun lowers over the hills as everyone and their families mourn the loss of the last child down the hill. There is no rhyme or reason to why the last child down must die, but that is what the town decided long before anyone living here today was born and able to be a part of the decision-making process. The real question, one supposes, is why no one has changed the law or rule or tradition about this ritual of the town that sits so neatly and nearly to the edge of the tall, daunting hill.

 


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03 October 2018: Auckland Central City Library