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Authors: Fleur Mcdonald
Tags: #Self-Help, #Fiction, #Psychology, #Depression, #General
Novels 01 Blue Skies
Fleur McDonald lives on a large farm east of Esperance in Western Australia, where she and her husband Anthony produce prime lambs and cattle, run an Angus cattle and White Suffolk stud and produce a small amount of crops. They have two children, Rochelle and Hayden. Fleur snatches time for her writing in between helping on the farm.
Blue Skies
is her second novel.
www.fleurmcdonald.com
Also by Fleur McDonald
Red Dust
Blue
Skies
FLEUR
M
C
DONALD
ARENA
ALLEN&UNWIN
Author’s Note
Depression is rife in our community. I hope that the threads of information in
Blue Skies
may help someone get help or realise that a friend, partner, colleague or loved one needs help. There isn’t a stigma attached to this illness – it is just that, an illness.
The best thing about writing fiction is you can’t let the truth stand in the way of a good story! I have stuck to the facts as far as possible in my depiction of the pioneering days of Esperance. However, it is possible that there are some timing and geographical errors. These are for the sake of the pace and plot of the novel.Any other mistakes are purely my own.
First published in 2010
Copyright © Fleur McDonald 2010
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To Bev Due and Ned Woodward, friends who
suffered from breast cancer and both died before
this book was finished.
To Anthony, Rochelle and Hayden – my world.
Carolyn, without whom
Blue Skies
wouldn’t have
been started, let alone completed.
Contents
Prologue: 1940
Chapter 1: 2000 – November
Chapter 2: 2001
Chapter 3
Chapter 4: 1934
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7: Autumn 1934
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12: Winter 1934
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15: Winter 1935
Chapter 16: 2005
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24: Autumn 1936
Chapter 25: 2006
Chapter 26: 2006
Chapter 27
Chapter 28: 1938
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32: 1940
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
The woman wept as if her heart would break, her
long copper hair falling in curls over the side of her
face and down her arms. She rocked backwards and
forwards in her grief, her arms encircling her knees.
Their place had been here on the side of this stream.
It was here they’d talked and laughed. In summer
they had paddled in the cool water or swum in deep
rock pools, and they’d spent many a sultry summer
evening here lying next to each other, while the native
bottlebrush trees swayed gently in the breeze.
During the winter months when good rains
had fallen, turning the stream into a river, they had
dreamed of their future, their lives together, the farm,
and children. And it was at this place, in among the
soft moss and wild orchids, that they had slipped
away from their chaperone and he had finally
claimed her as his own.
The woman had been grateful to have this handsome,
vibrant younger man fall in love with her.
She’d believed she would be left on the shelf; she was
not particularly beautiful or interesting. But his love
had made her shine.
She didn’t understand his change of heart – surely
he must be lying. But why? And what on earth did
her future hold now?
Brian took his eyes off the road for only a moment. But that was all it took. The steering wheel tilted towards the edge of the road, the gravel grabbed at the front tyres, and next thing he had completely lost control.
His wife’s screams and his moan of terror stopped abruptly as the airborne car hit the ground and skidded. The sound of crunching metal and shattering glass echoed through the countryside, then everything was still, the only movement the spinning of a wheel and a broken aerial swinging from side to side. The occupants of the car were silent. Above them a crow cawed.
Amanda gazed down from a second storey classroom at the people milling around the graduation hall, trying to spot her parents in the crowd. She could see her accounting professor and the dean of the university talking to her biology lecturer, amid beaming parents who were chatting to one another. She couldn’t believe this day had come at last. After all the arguments trying to convince her father she needed to get an agribusiness degree, after three years of hard work and part-time jobs, enduring the separation from her mum – not to mention the family farm, Kyleena – she had finally done it.
The dean had let it slip before the ceremony that she’d topped her class. Would that make her father proud? she wondered.
She smiled as she spotted Katie and Jo talking to their parents with the seriousness of newly graduated adults, looking nothing like the drunken, loud yobbos they could be when they weren’t studying.
Her eyes fell on Jonno with a familiar stab of longing. He looked so handsome in his suit and tie. She’d only ever seen him dressed so formally once before – at Cory McLeod’s funeral. She felt a pang of sadness thinking of her friend who hadn’t made it to graduation; he’d been killed in a car accident in the first year of their ag course. His death had been devastating to his friends.
Suddenly, the door in the room flew open, startling Amanda, who looked around to see Hannah coming into the room. Her friend looked so unlike her usual wild, straggly self as she rushed into the room, dressed in a black graduation robe and blue sash, her fly-away blonde hair swept up under her mortar board. ‘Why’re you hiding?’ she demanded, her eyes bright with excitement.
‘I’m not. I’m just watching everyone,’ said Amanda, turning back to the window.
Sensing Amanda’s sombre mood, Hannah moved over to the window and put her arm around her friend’s shoulder. ‘Are your parents here?’ she asked.
‘Of course! You don’t think Mum would miss it, do you? I haven’t seen them yet, but they’re always running late – they probably snuck in after the ceremony started and have run into one of Dad’s old mates,’ said Amanda smiling wryly to mask her concern.
‘Well come on then. You can look for them later, Miss Dux! Right now you’re needed for the class photos and drinks. That’s actually why I came to find you.’
‘And here I was thinking you cared,’ said Amanda with a smile. She followed Hannah out of the room, switching the light off behind her.
Arranging themselves in front of the camera, the class of 2000 smiled and called out ‘Bundy!’, while their families looked on proudly. Between shots, Amanda searched for her parents.
Forcing a smile, she was hardly aware of the camera clicking and whirring as more photos were taken of the whole class, then a series of the dux of agribusiness with the recipients of the three agricultural awards and their teachers. As the final shot was taken of her with the high achievers from the university’s other courses, Amanda caught sight of two policemen speaking with the dean. The look of shock on his face as his eyes searched the crowd told Amanda the story, and without thinking her feet carried her to them.
Hannah followed, motioning for Jonno to come with her. They were by Amanda’s side to hear the news and gather their weeping friend to them, the graduation celebrations forgotten.
Amanda sat next to her father in the church, her mother’s coffin resting on a gurney in front of them, her uncle speaking at the pulpit. Although cheerful flowers matched her mother’s vibrant personality, Amanda had to close her eyes against the pain she felt looking at them atop the coffin. She could hear her mother’s laughter, see her flashing eyes and feel her arms around her.
It wasn’t until she felt a touch on her arm that she realised the pallbearers were making their way out of the church and on to the cemetery. Consumed by her own thoughts, she hadn’t heard a word of the service. She walked by herself to the hearse, tears clouding her vision.
Her father’s rigid posture and continuing silence were unnerving. Struggling with his grief and guilt, he had locked himself away, leaving Amanda to cope with the funeral arrangements.
She felt like she had aged dramatically in the two weeks since the accident. She would never forget seeing her mother in the coffin, cold and unresponsive, her scars from the accident cleverly hidden.The lady at the funeral home had helped do her mother’s hair and makeup, but it was Amanda who had chosen her outfit and fastened the silver bracelet that had been a gift for her fortieth birthday on her lifeless wrist.
It was hard to believe that only two weeks before she had been so full of hope and optimism for the future.
Choking back a sob, she ran to her car and sped away.
