Faculty of Education and Arts
School of Communications and Arts
Pulling on her coat, letting her eyes adjust to the absence of headlights, Nieve leant back against the quickly cooling bonnet of the car and checked her pockets for the set of keys she'd been given by her brother in the city. The night was cold. Above the eucalypts, hanging low across the slant iron roof, the sky was the colour of the blackberries that withered on the verge of the road at her back...