Acheron — Chapter 4
Closing the Circle
Some images stick with you for a lifetime. I see this one before my mind’s eye, as vivid as if I were standing there now.
Mist hung over the black waters of the swift-flowing Acheron. The autumn sun was yet to rise behind the gum trees on the eastern bank. A flight of black cockatoos flapped slowly overhead, then were gone. Somewhere close by, a kookaburra launched into a…