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#MilitantFactionsQuotes 12: From the porch Miller squints down the rugged coast toward Karratha

Posted on October 1, 2021 at 1:55 AM

#MilitantFactionsQuotes 12:

From the porch Miller squints down the rugged coast toward Karratha and up Port Headland, a 240-km bite into the one/one million map of a blasted nation; the endless sweep of a continent adrift, red sand slices holding back ocean. Behind, thin red tsunamis of outback rock.

The shack is at the edge of Midpoint along a sandy jetty track, sheltered from dazzling seas by shallow dunes specked with plants. The village cafe, dirty old shacks and barn where miners danced are abandoned; Miller’s nearest neighbour thirty miles south.

There is a profound silence. Grey/blue dust covers roads, sidewalks, houses, too powdery for snowballs; Miller scoops some up to his shaking palm and inhales, rubs dirt into his flaky scalp, blows death-clouds.

-From "Ten thousand hours", first published by Prole Books (2011), and one of the stories in Mark Piggott's fiction/non-fiction collection "Militant Factions" available in paperback or Kindle from Amazon.

“Ten Thousand Hours” was a very striking story; its plot is masterfully conducted; the setting is oppressive but never stagnant, as the story ultimately has an interesting twist." - New Yorker.


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