James was never seen again after setting off down the rutted, puddled road. He had packed a pair of undies and a clean handkerchief and announced he was never coming back. And he didn’t. Mum waited an hour for him to come back but he didn’t. She searched and then we all searched and then the whole community searched. Every hole in the district was investigated, every dodgy character questioned Mum even checked under his bed on numerous occasions. James had vanished into thin air.
Mum was devastated and never really got over what might have happened to James but each year on the anniversary of his disappearance she received a postcard from some overseas destination. Always it said: “I’m seeing the world as I said I would. Love to you all.”