Origin stories

Mapping the shape of a family

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  • Published 20240507
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-95-5
  • Extent: 203pp
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IN THE EARLY hours of the morning, the boy turns to his mother. ‘Do you want me to tell you a story, Mum?’

She stretches, opens her eyes. ‘Yes,’ she says. She looks at him, lying on his back, bathed in the buttery light of dawn. She tries to stay awake so that she will remember. Later she will check the time on her phone and see that he woke her before six.

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Brooke Maddison

Brooke Maddison is a writer and editor working on unceded Turrbal and Yuggera land in Brisbane. Her writing has been published in Kill Your...

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