Purple and Other Hues
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Barbara Gurney’s award-winning stories sit on an easel of storytelling, within a collection of multicoloured work. From ‘Purple’, a powerful story of the lasting effects of meningococcal, through shades of pink, white, silver and the bleakest of black, to ‘By Darkened Shore’, where the struggle for independence is w
Barbara Gurney
Barbara Gurney writes across several genres including short fiction for adults and children and free verse poetry. After over fifteen years of writing and editing a newsletter for a community-based organisation, she joined the Gosnells Writer's Circle in 2008 & Writefree Women’s Writing Group at KSP Writers Centre in 2009. Both groups continue to inspire Barbara to regularly produce poetry and short stories while their encouragement pokes at her ambition to publish a novel. Many of her pieces have been accepted for the groups’ annual anthologies. *Fairies of the Milky Way was accepted in 2009 by Stories for Children Magazine, an American online publisher. *Living Histories, a Western Australia State Government initiative, accepted Barbara’s submissions for both the 2008 & 2009 publications. *Competition success came in October 2009 when Counting of the Stones was awarded a ‘Commendation’. *A short story for children Jake’s New Friend was shortlisted in the Charlotte Duncan Award 2010. *2011 – Shadows of Remembered Dancing, a 267 word story was awarded Highly Recommended in Scribblegum’s Gum Leaves Competition. *2012 - Honourable Mention for 'Honest People' Golden Wattle Writing Competition. *2012 - First Prize for "Purple". Yarram Community Learning Centre Annual Literary Competition. *2012 - First Prize for "Wide Brown Land". Minlaton Show Literary Award. *Barbara's book of poetry ‘Footprints of a Stranger’ is now available from Ginninderra Press ISBN 978 1 74027 767 9. www.ginninderrapress.com.au In her non-writing life Barbara has been a drummer, bagpiper, swimmer, debt collector and a secretary - amongst other collective nouns. She has two adult children. Her son lives in Prague with his wife and two children, thus giving Barbara a glorious holiday destination with free accommodation. A locally based daughter and son-in-law makes sure she has people to spoil without an airfare being necessary. She is the current Secretary of the Gosnells Writers Circle and a sub-editor of their magazine Showcase, which has been published three times a year since October 2010. Barbara communicates with the overseas contributors and approaches local businesses for paid advertising support. Barbara likes nothing better than to tap away on the computer, creating characters worth remembering and hiding her life experiences in the pages. She finds satisfaction in writing stories for others to enjoy. Based in a southern suburb of Perth, she is supported by her husband Graeme, who has the honour of being the first to hear the latest edition of Barbara’s writing.
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Purple and Other Hues - Barbara Gurney
Purple
As I sit in this busy café, I hold a gift in my hand. The silver box is bound by a luxurious white ribbon. It seems a shame to spoil the elegant effect with eager tugging. The card wishes me Happy Birthday and I thank my friend for her expression of love. I lift the lid and soft folds of patterned silk spill onto the table.
The surrounding noises become an instant mumble. They could be sounds of foreign places because I feel separated by the language of confusion. If someone reached out to touch me at this very moment, I’m sure their hand would go right through me. The nothingness makes me close my eyes – and the memories return.
Family photographs fill in the missing pieces from my remembered childhood. Each frozen moment tells a story, but sometimes the story shifts – depending on which part of the picture is important at the time. And so it is with Angela and me.
It seemed Angela had always been there. Just fifteen months younger than me, my sister was entwined in all my celebrations and most of my childhood adventures.
My earliest memory was of another bed being crammed into my bedroom. I pushed my few dresses to the right-hand end of the wardrobe and happily hung up my four-year-old sister’s clothes.
Mum unearthed matching canary-yellow bed covers and we draped them around our bodies, parading ceremoniously in front of Dad before dragging them along the passageway, picking up minute bundles of fluff, until we rolled onto our beds still curled up inside the soft expectations of togetherness.
Dad bought us a bright pink mat scattered with odd red circles which we decided were badly blown-up balloons. The mat signalled the start of sharing, as it bridged the distance between our beds.
The first night, a sliver of light peeked into our room offering a glow of comfort, as Mum had left the door ajar.
Giggling started about twenty seconds after Mum whispered, ‘Goodnight, darlings. God bless.’
Then Angela bounced on my bed and pulled at the covers. ‘Let me in, let me in.’ She didn’t wait for approval and snuggled down against me, bumping her knees into my stomach.
I placed my arm around her chest and tickled her back – not enough to make her laugh, but soft noises of delight blew into my ear in puffs as delicate as thistles’ seed-heads drifting in a breeze. We fell asleep tightly woven, but woke with our arms and legs spread out, imitating the letter X. I pushed Angela gently and told her to go back to her bed.
She refused and pulled the pillow from under my head and leaned against it. With her arms folded, she pouted, ‘I like yours best.’
The second night, I followed her into the bathroom, announcing I was ready for sleep even though it was an hour before my official bedtime. We cleaned our teeth without soliciting and Dad was surprised to have two pyjama-clad daughters, smelling of talc, wriggling on his knee, eager to say goodnight.
‘What’s this?’ he asked as Angela rubbed her fingers across the stubble on his chin. ‘Two sleepy angels.’
I poked him in the middle of his stomach and said, ‘You’ve only one angel, Daddy. I’m Laura.’
Giving our mother a quick sideways glance, he said, ‘Only one? No, I have two beautiful angels – and both had better be on their way before I decide they’ve had their last hug ever.’
Our arms smothered him and we covered his ever-increasing forehead in kisses before simultaneously sliding from his lap, racing down the passage and colliding in one bed.
‘Now, girls, what’s wrong with the other one?’ Mum asked knowingly.
‘But, Mum…’ Angela whined as she held onto my sleeve.
‘Okay, as long as I don’t hear a sound out of you. Otherwise it’s into the other bed for one of you.’
When the novelty of retiring early wore off, I would promise to join Angela later. Sometimes I did, often I didn’t. However, she was always beside me by the morning. She could never tell me when she had changed beds – she’d just shake her head and announce that the sleeping fairy had moved her.
Years went by and we did eventually sleep separately. However, if she was scared of a storm which made the hibiscus scratch against the window as if a witch was trying to get in and take us away on her broomstick, Angela would dart under my bedcovers and cuddle in against my back.
Whenever there were snippets of gossip to be shared, we would pull the doona over our heads and whisper away until sleep took over.
Angela had the habit of bringing her favourite doll into my bed on a Saturday morning.
‘Sharing the caring,’ Mum said when she found me reading a book to my seven-year-old sister and a blank-faced doll with crooked green lipstick.
We celebrated my eleventh birthday with a day at the beach. By early afternoon, Angela complained about feeling hot and cold at the same time. The chocolate cake with unlit candles stayed in the pantry when she went to bed at half-past four. I sulked about missing out on the cake, but Mum was too busy worrying about Angela, and Dad told me the cake would still be there tomorrow, when we could all share it.
Throughout the night I could hear Angela moaning and my parents whispering as they sat with her. I found it hard to sleep and eventually sat on the edge of my bed, biting the side of my mouth and picking my thumbnail until it bled. Dad told me to go and sleep in their room, but that made me fear the worst. If they weren’t prepared to leave her, there had to be something wrong.
I fell asleep leaning on Dad and he tucked me into their bed,