THE SPACES IN-BETWEEN
when a voice came out of the long-wave radio and announced that Tasmania had closed its borders. Everyone stopped moving. Eyes like plates, jaws dropped to the floor. Coffee mugs suspended mid-flight. The whole catastrophe. Oscar spun the skipper dial right up and the formal vowels of the Coast Guard filled the wheelhouse. Words like “quarantine” and “state of emergency” crackled across the air. We just looked around at one another, eyebrows shooting up so fast
