Short Story: Mt. Erebus

She says, “Come on, dad. Let’s look at some books”. And he follows, little shuffle, almost like he’s naughty – toddling behind, roles have been reversed. But it’s warm, the way she speaks to him. Encouraging. She points out the books and he picks them up and has a leaf through like it’s a colouring in book or word-find, well, they’re all word-finds now.

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