The winner of topic three Run in the Bellarine Writing
Competition is Anne Whisken with her compelling story about early
settlement problems in Australia.
The judges appreciated the outstanding evocation of the terrible
realities that were faced by the Indigenous people.
The early departure of the local clan for a new location,
necessitated by the rampant disease brought by the colonists, adds
to the momentum of the story. The characters are well depicted and
the language throughout is controlled and powerful.
This topic attracted 15 entries, many of which were considered
as possible winners with every entry a competent piece of
writing.
Notable mentions go to Jenny Macaulay, Wes Furyk, Mark Towse and
Ali Holburn.
Anne Whisken
Anne is a librarian and teacher librarian who has retired to
Portarlington on Wadawurrung Country.
Her PhD focused on ways that information literacy might be
taught as part of subject learning. She maintains a keen interest
in libraries, including library services to the northern
Bellarine.
Portarlington Neighbourhood House writing groups have helped her
try creative writing.
A descendant of convict and free English and Irish, Anne grew up
in North East Victoria on Jaitmathong Country and East Gippsland on
Gunai/Kurnai Country, with a rich history of family story telling
about the hard olden days.
She heard about the old Aboriginal people who had been there
before, their tools dug up as paddocks were ploughed. There were
stories of women who had run
from the north and lived on the periphery locally.
More recently, she has learned more about the impact of European
diseases on Aboriginal people in the early days of invasion and how
they ran to escape, tragically carrying the contagion with
them.
The story prompt Run brought her to think about the harsh
conditions for two sets of women who did not choose their
circumstances.
Run by Anne Whisken
She was still out there. An echo of a slender tree trunk, shaped
a step to the side, waiting and watching the house. Grace felt the
burn of her eyes, the pull and urgency of the call.
Come. Now, now!
Grace knew the woman would leave soon. Already she had lingered
too long. Her people had left weeks ago on their annual winter
escape from the mountain cold down to lower sheltered gullies. But
it was earlier than usual this year, their departure abrupt.
The smoke from their fires was suddenly gone, the last of the
family groups glimpsed moving silently through the bush, wary eyes
peering back to the north.
Then a few days back, others came, strangers, noisy in the bush,
running, running. Some were found, sickened, on the tracks and her
man said there were stories of bodies all the way to Sydney
Cove.
Faster they run, faster it spreads, hed grunted. Saves
bullets.
This man had offered Grace the chance of a ho...