Patrick White is the answer to this week’s WWW.
She walked giddily behind him, past a rusted fuel-stove, over a field of deathly feltex. Or ran, or slid, to keep up. Flowers would have wilted in her hands if she hadn’t crushed them brutally, to keep her balance. Somewhere in their private labyrinth Meg Hobgen had lost her hat.
The quote is from ‘Down at the Dump’, a tale of suburban morality, young love and the breaking out of narrow judgemental societal prisons (at least that’s my take on it).