When I think of him now its always the same. I see him sitting on that ledge, swinging his legs and watching the city. He always looked so peaceful, like the world never died. That’s what I loved most about him. I think everyone found what they needed in Shush. They took their answers from his silence and thanked him for it. I never thought much about the future back then, I let Shush think about it for us while I went out and fought. I never had time to wonder, I was busy surviving for both of us.
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.