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had begun to fall, which seemed like nothing compared to the remorseless rains
that had pelted down that very morning.
The small black letters danced on the delicate grey page in my
peripheral vision as my eyes fixed on the last drops of coffee clinging
to the bottom of the cup, which now had cream coloured rings
around the inside of it. As I swallowed, my eyes deviated back to the
newspaper. The letters were still blurry, but I could quickly recognise
letters as my eyes came back to focus.
C, A, D, W
. My eyes snapped
back into focus, and my heart pounded unmistakeably into my
throat. Cardwell. I could no longer hear the other people in the café
murmuring like flies, or the rush of wind beating against the
windows. There were only two things on my mind: Mum and Billy.
‘
The Rush
Of Wind
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