Writing Stories – Life at No. 22

A Day like no other

Back at the farmhouse, the empty porridge bowls were smeared with cream, the lunchbox lovingly filled

Two adventurous twenty-somethings, craving a thrill, envisioned themselves on Waiheke Island, dancing the night away.

Some days, I like to amble along suburban streets, gaze and admire the differing gardens, and, if lucky, have a short conversation

As the sun rose, today's adventure would be unlike any other.

She was four and three-quarters, too young for school and too engrossed in her little world to be bothered by the crying baby at home.