55 Flash Fiction Friday - You can always see a stain...

the Adelaide Hills ~ not Blinman.

your energy lingers in
the whispers of washing day,
done on a bitter Monday.

stains washed clean
in a copper fired by kindling

your back bent to pick up sticks in this
forsaken place.

what happened to your fine white linen petticoats - when you died.

dust on dust - nothing more - much less.

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Blinman is a South Australian copper mining town. Desolate dessert country, hard on men women and children back in late 1800's. I've stood on open ground where there was once a house and now only a chimney. And wondered, what brought people to places like this where the isolation can destroy a human soul; or - strengthen it?

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