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    Keep Running

    By Jane Carmody

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    They were all running. Running away from or to something. Something as brutal as rejection, lost love or perhaps obsession.  For some it was a matter of running out of time, knowledge, faith or self-belief. But for all, the tender, the bruised, the brash, the feisty, it was the constant urgency to endure, to keep going, to squeeze in moment

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGinninderra Press
    Release dateMar 15, 2017
    ISBN9781760413187
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      Keep Running - Jane Carmody

      Keep Running

      Keep Running

      Jane Carmody

      Ginninderra Press

      Contents

      Shane

      Specks and Gods

      The Crossroad

      Golden Girl

      The Light

      The Night of Sprinkle Stars

      The Pinnacle

      Love All

      Planned Obsolescence

      Keep Running

      ISBN 978 1 76041 318 7

      Copyright © Jane Carmody 2014

      All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.

      First published 2014

      Reprinted 2017

      Ginninderra Press

      PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015

      www.ginninderrapress.com.au

      Shane

      The challenging science of reading other people’s minds didn’t come easily to Shane. What Shane had taken as love, Sacha had meant as filling in time with an idiot. It was because she liked Derek, Shane’s best friend, that she pursued the relationship. Derek, on the other hand, had the good sense to find Sacha repugnant. He did not condone the relationship that his mate had with her, although he said nothing, but felt her cloying presence excruciating.

      Fourteen-year-olds possess little patience. The forbearance and perseverance Sacha needed to pursue Derek, while on the arm of Shane, tired her.

      It was a day in early September when Shane had stood at the bus stop. He waited for Sacha. He watched as she walked nonchalantly down the street, clutching her mobile phone to her ear. He felt the sting of adolescent pleasure, anticipating the sweetness of passion that would take place on the unyielding timber seats in Lakeland Memorial Park.

      ‘Look, Shano,’ she said tucking her long black hair behind her ear and looking downwards, ‘I can’t go today. I can’t… I’m not going out with you any more. So don’t ring. OK? See you ’round.’ She turned, raised the mobile back to her ear and walked away.

      He stood as lean and cold and silent as the bus stop sign. He watched her disappearing form; her swaying indigo hips turn to jelly, morbidly detach at the waste and circle through a teardrop. He could not help but watch. The rise of tears to his eyes was both tragic and beautiful. He felt the intensity of pain, but his vision, made surreal by the tears froze him to the spot. The whorl of gunmetal, flesh and stretch denim, crystallising momentarily, before shattering onto the cruel pavement was an aesthetically fulfilling experience.

      Derek found him at seven-thirty still standing on the corner, where three hours earlier Sacha had dumped him. The moon embalmed their forms with a gauze of white, and the street floated just above hell. Little by little, particles of road, rose and transmogrified into icing dust. Shane stared and tasted it.

      ‘You’re better off without her,’ Derek said.

      ‘What would you know?’

      ‘I’m not arguing. I’m freezing my arse off, and your mum will wonder where you are. Let’s go,’ Derek said with authority.

      It was not that Derek’s year-and-a-half seniority made him wise; if anything, age differentials made people more crazy or take risks, or want to fight, especially around here anyway. Derek just acted his age. Many in this place did not – their minds got to a point of expansion and then they regressed. Some got to sixteen years of age before their minds went backwards; others were a little younger or older, before their minds became like the trees, stunted, blackened, starved. One person’s thought became another’s, not through careful consideration, but by lack of it. So when someone said that Shane was simple, it became a dictum that even his mother believed, but not truly.

      This was Lake Melloway. And what a joke that name was. There wasn’t any lake here most of the time – just a resentful crust of earth, blazed upon and burned – the softness gone out of it and its people. The town was dried out, any spill of hope evaporated.

      ‘Where the hell have you been, you stupid little cretin? I’ve been worried sick,’ Lorna’s gravelly voice asked, when the boys entered the cream fibro house.

      Shane ignored her and went straight to his room, slamming the door behind him. The red Lamborghini door poster fluttered and tore at the tape, creating a minor cyclone.

      ‘They’ve broken up,’ Derek explained.

      ‘I told him, I told him,’ Lorna lamented, raising her brow in an exasperated way then reaching for the last lonely cigarette in her pack.

      ‘Yeah, I know.’

      ‘Going to Melbourne, for the show, will take his mind off it. He’s been mooning around for days over that girl, giving me the pip.’ Lorna confided to Derek. ‘Now, you take care of his money, Des. Oh, and the train ticket…you know…all the stuff. Thanks, Des. And for Christ’s sake don’t let him out of your sight. And don’t let those other two, Wil and Kyle, stir him up or leave him stranded. Look, here’s a tenner for your trouble.’

      Derek honourably rejected the money at first, but he knew a tenner was a tenner and worth a quarter of his paper round. He also knew what it was worth to Lorna and so it became more

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