The mood was sombre as the cars filed in behind the truck on the dirt road leading out to the community where Beth grew up. It was nearing dusk and they were all exhausted. Bruce put on his high beams and slowed down to minimise the risk of hitting any kangaroos.
Luke wound his window down and instantly the sound of Magpies warbling could be heard in from the trees.
Emily turned down the playlist she had been listening to. She had absolutely fallen in love with Kiwi’s Aussie mixes.
Bruce indicated to turn of to the right and pulled up in front of a group of houses. People began to walk out to the truck from the Indigenous community as Bruce stepped down.
“Brucey, long time no see aye.” One of the women walked out and hugged Bruce.
“Aunty Edna, to long.” Bruce smiled.
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