Autumn light on chicken wire, a caravan park asleep under a sign that promises December. A hidden archive door, glue-sticky fingers, and a letter to Skylab. Ribs that heal slowly, a teacher who makes him run, a friend who knows when to say nothing. He stands bare-chested, ink-stained, half-frightened, wholly real, and lets the light fall, thinking that if Skylab is still overhead, he hopes it sees him now.
The rest of 1973 will unfold here over the coming months. If you want the whole story now, you can buy the book directly from Rowan today.
For extra context, you will find below two brief companions to this chapter, a guide to the Australian details and a history note on the headlines of May 1973.
⚠️ This work contains domestic and family violence, coercive control, and a child’s fear; please read with care and step away if needed. ❤️Reader Care
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