I stretch my legs, rest my tired head in his lap. The Velcro of his favourite old shorts—the ones with countless pockets for stashing fruit and tools—is prickly on my face. I’m turned away from him, looking at the blank telly screen. ‘Nick died today.’
Author name: Tom Campbell
Tom Campbell is a writer from Meanjin/Brisbane. He writes short stories, poetry, and is working on his first long-form piece. His work has also appeared in Urinal Mag.