Winter
Tonight.
It’s 7pm.
In winter.
In Ballina.
A southerly is raging in from a frigid sea at about 40 knots.
The rain is punishing.
There is nobody about outside.
Except for one man.
Standing on a slippery rock by the Richmond River.
In the dark.
Alone.
Fishing.
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