There a place in the artist’s heart where all things are bearable, no matter how terrible, where experience is sifted through, consecrated, hallowed and transformed into something we call art.
The soft purring of the telephone woke Rose from a deep, middle-of-the-night sleep. It was her sister Sophia with the news. ‘Five minutes ago. The nurse has turned everything off. He’s gone…at last.’
Mary Pomfret is an Australian writer with a particular interest in women’s writing. Mary has been published in a variety of literary magazines and is currently working on her novel Mother Superior’s Garden Party. She was born in Manchester U.K and migrated to Australia as a child.