There was something moving by the back fence. The sound came into her sleepingness until she was no longer sleeping but wide awake and listening intently. She felt damp, and chilled, and swathed in night. The sound stopped. The sugar cane mulch was making her skin itch. She could feel weeds tickling her feet. The sound began again, but it was further away, heading towards the house. Had she left the door open? She slowly raised herself up and turned to peer in the direction of the kitchen. Screen door closed, light gleaming, geckos gathered on the window. Silence again.
Friday, 4 May 2012
There was something moving
There was something moving by the back fence. The sound came into her sleepingness until she was no longer sleeping but wide awake and listening intently. She felt damp, and chilled, and swathed in night. The sound stopped. The sugar cane mulch was making her skin itch. She could feel weeds tickling her feet. The sound began again, but it was further away, heading towards the house. Had she left the door open? She slowly raised herself up and turned to peer in the direction of the kitchen. Screen door closed, light gleaming, geckos gathered on the window. Silence again.
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WOW! Sue! Did you write this?
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Thanks for your comment, Karen! I'm trying to get my writing flowing again by doing these little bits every day. Noticed a mistake in it which I corrected—thank goodness for the editing button!
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