26 Aug 2004, Comments (0)

The Abyss

Author: Helen

The little boy runs, leaping, hopping, testing his brandnew limbs. He’s fearless because the ground has always been solid under his feet.


Mum and Dad have had some strange arguments lately. Mum cries all the time. But then, she’s always been a bit of a drama queen. Soon everyone will cheer up and things will be the same as before.

Dad will always be there in the morning when he wakes. He runs on, not even thinking of the word trust, as he’s never known a world without it.

Image courtesy of the labyrinthine, endlessly absorbing Oyonale (Gilles Tran) , The book of beginnings.

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