A RACE LOST!
A Race Lost She was barefoot. Her work overalls and ragged shirt stood out in the family spectators at the Athletics Carnival on the last day of term. A cutting April wind from the south east chilled the sunshine. Her face peered sharply through hair hanging in lank strands to her hunched up shoulders. Her eyes were electric – a summer sky burning. Dee saw me looking at her. She sniffed her comment. ‘That’s the O’Grady mob’s mother. Pitiful, isn’t she?’ Dee teaches maths and LOTE. She likes to... Sign in to see full entry.