Kate Kelly
Female | Age unspecified | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 18
EXTRACT: On a bright morning in November/ through the garden by the infirmary/ he was taken to the death cell/ flowers were blooming/ On the street/ the other side of the wall/ people heard his chains dragging on the flagstone path/ Inside the building/ where they would kill him/ there was matting spread/ on the stone floor/ At ten o'clock/ priest prisoner and hangman/moved quietly towards the drop/ Die like a Kelly/ my mother had told him/
Kate Kelly
Female | Age unspecified | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 36
EXTRACT: I was there./ Steve Hart and my brother Daniel were burnt to blackened lumps, unrecognisable as men. I saw them dragged from the fire, their skin still bubbling. The hot stink made people back away, eyes and noses running, retching, pitching into one another in their rush to escape the stench./ I was there.
Contains adult themesMrs Shaw
Female | Age unspecified | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 39
EXTRACT: And I remember putting them on the fire. I remember them burning. The last coal he'd mined burning in our grate and him not there to share its warmth. I remember that night as the night I burnt my childhood, the night I burnt the home I'd known until then. The night my mother's loneliness began, the night I understood that I too would die.