Sinnamon Park, Queensland
Picture It Competition Entry – Picture B
They visited me again this evening, asking the same questions, probing, peeping and prying.
I could see it in their eyes that they were on the hunt.
Me, immutable in my grief asking them questions too. It is a game of chess really, with moves and countermoves. Till that decisive move finishes the game.
She went behind me—her move.
I read her messages—my move.
She declares her adoration to me after meeting him—her move.
I take her out to the waterfall—my move.
In grief I contort my face, ‘I miss her so much officers.’