Bark gunshots ricochet from the bush. Shiny black diver’s heads hover beneath the surface of the weir. The search lines are widening, the spaces between warm bodies stretching.
Wrapped in a fluorescent blanket, the mother stands at the water’s edge. Cutting a lonely figure beside a pale, mascaraed police officer. Shiny black boots nervously shift beneath hands forcibly steadied around two cups of hot chocolate. This lost vessel has an uncertain lifeline back to shore.