AustLit

'In the middle of the road are a worm and a girl. The worm is translucent. Old flesh with a grey stripe. Perhaps this marks the head, she thinks, staring with a zooming concentration which makes her face feel heavy and dumb. Last night a month’s worth of rain flung itself at the earth, and now the sun is seedy and slow. It squints obliquely, sweating the night off.' (Introduction)