Armed with my basket did I go Through th treacherous forest that day The dead would undoubtedly be lurking Their cries echoing around me Solace was scarce In that place of doom
He arrived on campus the sixth day after university opened that year, looking considerably brown after his summer in Nelson. He was tall and lank with dark messy hair and glasses.
I was nine when she left. Mackenzie and my parents had a big row the night before and in the morning her bed was neatly (and uncharacteristically) made, with a note on top.