The Road
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tea and opened a tin of sardines. He was cutting bread when Moyra came in. “Hullo,” he said. “So you came back.”
Moyra went to the window and stared out. “Knew you couldn’t keep away from your old man,” said her husband. “I hate you.” “Haw! haw! haw!” Heavy tears dropped from Moyra’s sloe eyes and ran down her smooth cheeks. “Now what yer snivvling about?” “The road—has failed—me. There’s nothing left but the sand drifting over the hills.” “That’s drifting fast enough.” “I know, I know.” “Well, shut up snivvling and let me eat my dinner in peace.”
Moyra leant her head against the window, while behind her, her husband fished in an oily tin for sardines and went on complacently with his meal. The tears trickled from her cheek on to the cold glass and slid down like slow, heavy raindrops and the sand-covered hills became a black blur and the clean white road was black too.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 543, 21 December 1928, Page 5 (Supplement)
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162The Road Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 543, 21 December 1928, Page 5 (Supplement)
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