Part 1a   Alex slowed the car coming into Abercrombie. 80, 60… Ahead was the general store, built in the 1920s, white weatherboard with faded pale-yellow trims and an awning. He didn't want the store and drove around the corner. Parked. The letter was on the passenger seat beside him; addressed to Michael. He'd left … Continue reading Homage to a big hearted river →