The floor starts to tilt.
She catches her fall against the morgue’s tiled wall, cools her forehead on its icy surface. Her fingers reach hungrily for the Ativan in her pocket and she swallows the pills down dry.
It’s not the freezing temperature that’s making her shake. Nor the drugs – despite what Mark thinks. It’s the deep gash in the shape of a cross on Katherine’s inner thigh. It’s the fact that she’s seen that cut before – on another woman.
“Richly textured, well crafted and elegantly written. A fully realised female protagonist and supporting cast with smart dialogue and interactions that riff artfully on the emotional interdependence of the women; fragile and flawed but moral and strong when it counts…a highly accomplished work by a highly accomplished writer.”
Arthur Ellis Jury, 2019 Winner for Best Unpublished Manuscript