Sharon s night at The Gathering
Sharon flipped the phone onto her bed and turned to the hotel window. Two nights in Melbourne and apart from a few of her colleagues, she knew no one. Twelve stories below, the good people of the city shuffled home. Her phone beeped once more alerting her to a message from her husband Marcus.‘Go ahead’, the message read, ‘I told you to cut loose without me.’Sharon always loved playing with Marcus there, it gave her safety and security. ‘I sent you Mark’s contact details, call him,’Sharon...