weâre going to go through the whole trip like this, stopping to discuss what happened every night, when the only things that happened, happened at Ayers Rock. Itâs already been thirty minutes and if it goes on like this itâll take an hour or more, and poor Toni will be wondering whatâs happening and if sheâs in real trouble and will have been to the toilet twelve times already.
âAt any time during your stay at Cobar, did you ever observe Mr Prescott and Miss Darling alone?â
âNo, Mr Jackson,â I say. After Iâve thought about it.
âWhy did you hesitate?â
âI wanted to be sure I was right.â
âLet me ask you again,â he says. And he speaks very slowly, and his voice is warning me to make sure Iâm telling the truth. âDid you ever â on any occasion â during your stay at Cobar observe Miss Darling and Mr Prescott alone together?â
âNo, Mr Jackson,â I say. And, as I say it, Iâm aware of Mr Murchison watching me. Not saying anything, just watching. And thinking.
7
When I wake, itâs still not light, and something has disturbed me. A sound. And yet when I listen, I canât hear anything. The campsite is quiet and thereâs not even a bird yet, or any traffic. And yet thereâs this sound â or the memory of it. And then I know what it is, or was â a tiny alarm, one of those small personal ones that you can barely hear, especially if you have it under your pillow or inside your sleeping bag. But when did it go off? It wasnât just now, something tells me. I look across at Toniâs bed and thereâs a deep black shadow rucked up against the tent wall, and I wonder for a moment if Toniâs sitting up and if she canât sleep or sheâs upset, and I even whisper:
âToni?â
But she doesnât reply, and then I realize itâs not her but the hood and top of her sleeping bag which have been peeled away and pushed up, and sheâs not in her bed at all. And I lie and think about this and wonder if itâs cold outside and should I get up and go and see if sheâs sick or something â the toilets arenât that far -and I know I should but the sleeping bagâs so warm and Iâm drifting asleep again when I remember the sound and ask myself why would Toni set an alarm to get up and be sick. And then I know the alarm went off a while ago, maybe an hour or more, and Iâve been fighting the echo of it all that time. And itâs amazing what you know or can do when youâre asleep.
When I unzip my bag itâs not even cold, or not in the tent at least, and I donât turn on the lamp but just feel around for my tracksuit and pull it on over my T-shirt and pants and crawl out of the tent â and itâs beautiful. Like a late summer evening. Thereâs just the softest breeze on my cheek, and in front of me, in the flattest line across the park and the rugby field beside it â flat as youâd never, never see in Sydney â thereâs a line of light thatâs grey and green together, and I stand watching it while itâs still unmov-ing, and then it grows until suddenly itâs become a real crack in the world.
Toniâs not in the toilets, no one is. And everything is totally silent, though back towards the highway I hear a truck roaring by and then fading and vanishing. And then the first bird, a kookaburra out towards the rugby field, and thatâs the direction I go. Iâm halfway across the park to the field when I hear another sound, only this time itâs a person, and then another, a man and a woman, and the manâs voice goes again and then the womanâs laugh, and itâs Toniâs.
And finally I see them, two heads, the same height, moving slowly across the line of light, which is changing itself now and has the first grey and then pink in it, and it catches the top of one of the heads
RS Anthony
W. D. Wilson
Pearl S. Buck
J.K. O'Hanlon
janet elizabeth henderson
Shawna Delacorte
Paul Watkins
Anne Marsh
Amelia Hutchins
Françoise Sagan