The ramblings of a Nut who should be doing something else – Adelaide, South Australia

Virgil Tracy adored his grandmother. Out of all five boys,
he was the closest to her and unashamedly was always the first one to seek out
and spend time with the Tracy matriarch. Not that the other boys loved her any
less, it was just that Virgil’s temperament fit hers perfectly and they enjoyed
each other’s company.

This was one of the reasons why Virgil was usually the one
to accompany his Grandma to the mainland for whatever errand. It wasn’t really
a chore, it was an opportunity to spend time with her, hear her stories, get to
know the woman whose genes, and a good chunk of spirit, had helped make the
Tracys what they were today.

So it was a new and particular kind of hell for Virgil to
find that same strong woman lying unconscious and bleeding in the street.


And yes, it is 3.30am here. Insomniac writing is always interesting.

(there’s an edge here somewhere)

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