Eureka Street has today published Swimming in ink, a story that began with one thought – the opening line – and then took on a life of its own.
Here’s an excerpt:
He is out there, a fellow water man, in the real dark, in the blue-black ink. I am just here in the shallows, for I am not a swimmer. I can neither see him nor hear him but know he is there because his bike and his clothes are in their usual spot by the footpath.