The Lake by Shar Crittenden
They pulled my sister from the bottom of the lake yesterday morning. It took days.
‘Looks like an accident.’ Bill had said.
He looked tired, his hairline wavering a little. It must be hard being a cop in this small town.
‘I’ve emailed you what we retrieved from her phone. Can you take a look?’
I creep ninja-like from my king bed where her three children are still sleeping.
I sit glaring at the laptop, closed on my desk, as though it were a rancid clam.
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19 July 2022 at 2:05am
Call aunt Hayley (kids miss her)
Sharleigh Crittenden is a Wiradjuri woman, writer, student and mother living on Wangal country. Her creative work seeks to illuminate complex psycho-emotional experiences through less conventional, more experimental forms of storytelling, including flash, repeating and fragmentary narration.