She stands outside the front door, listening to the familiar voices inside before she knocks. It’s like time travel to Emma. She’s never been to this house, but voices she hears inside, all of them together, send her back 20 years. Emma left home when she was 21 years old, and is standing on her … Continue reading Day 35 – Opening scene
The light is flowing down from a glass ceiling high above and looking up I see the curved balconies around it remind me of the circular ramp in the Guggenheim Museum in New York. I count five or six balconies above me before I get a dizzy and have to look back down.
Noreen was so proud of her daughters matching outfits. They weren’t exactly matching, the girls weren’t twins so that would be weird she thought.
Mr J B James sat inside, under a heating vent, looking through the glass doors to scene outside. There is patchy grey-green grass, tea tree and sand running down to the grey water reflecting the low winter clouds above. The light breeze barely disturbs the tee tree, their low, dense leaves only stir in the … Continue reading Day 18 – Mr James