A History of Kindness

By Kirstie McKinnon | Posted:

Rescue yourself while you still can by Kirstie McKinnon

He thinks of the bed, thick white cotton sheets and the extra blanket Mum gave him, while he lies face down on the rock. He would like those sheets and blanket now. It’s cold. Not shivering, just aware of a light southerly through the hair on the backs of his legs, and cooling the soft skin behind his ears. He wears two jerseys, so that’s something.