On Bear Ridge

One minute we had customers the next minute there was no-one. In a lost village blurred by redrawn borders hidden under a crumb on the map Bear Ridge Stores still stands. 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. 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. A semi-autobiographical story about the places we leave behind the indelible marks they make on us and the unreliable memories we hold onto.