It’s impossible to travel 500 kilometres thrice-weekly for dialysis. He doesn’t want to fester in the Alice Springs town camp. Prefers to stay with his own mob, where he can paint and share goanna cooked on the fire.
The doctor frowns. ‘Kidneys have packed up. Potassium’s too high. Your heart is dangerously slow.’
His family will mourn, but the ancestors understand.
This is not his country, not his dreaming.