'Looking straight down from the water's edge, you could have been staring into a car-park puddle. There were crocodiles in the river. Everyone knew someone whose dog was taken when they were fishing, or a friend of a friend who lost a kid after camping too close to the mangroves. It snaked through the whole town, latticed with single-track bridges that the cane train rattled over in harvest season, the smell of bodies and sugar overflowing into every street...'
(Publication abstract)