TO SAVE HIS TRIBE, A FATHER SETS OUT ON A QUEST
This story is dedicated to the fathers of the world. Thank you for caring for your families.
THE GIFT OF A NAME
In 2011, I was living in Torrens, Canberra, and after spotting a strange-looking piece of wood (on my drive to feed the horses I was caring for at the time) - a log that had been split down the middle, causing the two sides to tilt towards each other in a way that resembled sad-looking eyebrows (a 'sad lad') - I wrote The Father, starring the brave woodfolk warrior, Daldas ('sad lad' backwards).
"...Go, now. To the waterfall, to save us all." - The Shaman
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