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Author: Prue Gibson

ARTS AND CULTURE

Does she really need to know the truth?
- Prue Gibson
- 05 November 2014
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How was the funeral? The wooden pews had been waxed and she found it hard to breathe without gagging. The incense incensed her. What rot to swing that horrible stuff around the place. What did the semi-trailer driver see, she wondered? How was Rob thrown out of the vehicle, if his seat belt was fastened? Why did he join the main road, when he could have gone down the old highway, free from any traffic?
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ARTS AND CULTURE

Monster in the car park
- Prue Gibson
- 27 November 2013
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The car park is a concrete cave, a holding cell, a sarcophagus. From the outside, it looks like other buildings, but inside, there are darker, deeper modalities. I wind down to sub level four. Free spaces, empty rows: I savour the desolate and bare space. 'Hey you,' shouts someone from up ahead. A man, in well-groomed suit pants with a snappy vest, strides towards me. I glance around at level four. There are almost no cars to be seen.
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Ghosts of sisters present
- Prue Gibson
- 29 July 2009
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When we were small, my sister and I used to wake from the same nightmare. As adults, we draw a feeling of wellbeing from our connection, but there are pitfalls — husbands can get jealous and siblings can take offence. It is the hazard of exclusion.
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