GAVIN HIGHLY (by Janet Frame) / Fiction

Did it happen this way? The land lay like stone, and one night, all night long, rain pelteddown on it the way people, they say, hammerhard on a stone to find blood. And in the morning the land was cut in two by a deep flow of creek, clotted with red weed — Gavin Highly’s creek.

But all this was a long time ago. I did not know back then that hearts could be laid out like land and cut in two by storms coming out of the sky, or that dreams could be thrown, as Gavin Highly threw the ashes of his fire or his oyster shells or his old tins and bottles or his scraps of food, deep into the dark flowing divided heart to be buried there. I did not know...

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