On Bear Ridge

<p><i>One minute we had customers, the next minute there was no-one.</i><br><br>In a lost village, blurred by redrawn borders, hidden under a crumb on the map, Bear Ridge Stores still stands.<br>After a hundred years, the family butchers and grocers – a place for odds and ends, contraband goods, and the last petrol pump for 30 miles – is now silent. But owners John Daniel and Noni are not leaving.<br><br>They are defiantly drinking the remaining whiskey and remembering good times, when everyone was on the same side and the old language shone. Outside in the dark, a figure is making their way towards them.<br><br>A semi-autobiographical story about the places we leave behind, the indelible marks they make on us, and the unreliable memories we hold onto.</p>