This piece was first published in Lot’s Wife Edition 3, 2021. I spent the first 18 hours in Melbourne immersed
Fiction
By M. Ink “…if it wasn’t for my unsavoury youth, I wouldn’t have ended up this dejected—I wouldn’t have been this rotting
Far above the towering mountains that stretched for the heavens, and higher than the strongest most fearless birds dared
The policeman swings his gaze over the railings into the grey river. Beside him, a mother crouches in a paramedic’s