“After the lake everywhere Beth looked there was light. Dad, face bent over her, wore a halo. A tree was on fire with white cockatoos. The dam wall shone like a bride’s skirt. The star-covered lake moved inside her. In the car our faces glowed. The sky pressed its bright face to the window.”

“After the lake everywhere Beth looked there was light. Dad, face bent over her, wore a halo. A tree was on fire with white cockatoos. The dam wall shone like a bride’s skirt. The star-covered lake moved inside her. In the car our faces glowed. The sky pressed its bright face to the window.”

— Karen Foxlee