Fiction Editor, Gaynor
A moving story, this one. It demonstrates that, sometimes, it’s good to celebrate for no obvious reason.
Bronwyn found this place. It would be perfect, she said. Just right. There was plenty of room for the whole family plus pets and we hadn’t had a proper get-together since… well, the funeral, I suppose, but that doesn’t count, does it? I mean, there’s the sadness, of course, but you do have a bit of a laugh and a joke and a catch-up, then you all go your separate ways, don’t you?
It’s just we had three on the trot, one after the other, and it starts to get you down. At one time it was weddings, now it seems to be funerals, but that’s life, isn’t it? It…