She stood alone, staring...


She stood alone, staring across the expanse of city lights, past freighters anchored in the harbour, beyond the twinkling port lights out to the dark ocean.  The wind swept her hair across her face. Sensing a movement behind her, she turned to see.... what's that? you need dinner right now?  right now??  alright, hang on...



(So rare, to steal a few precious moments to write when the urge strikes, to let the mind wander... blissful yet fleeting snippets of time in and amongst the demands of the day.)

She turned to see a stranger, walking towards her on the observation deck...


He was tall, elegantly dressed, with an expensive-looking camera slung around his neck.  He approached her at a quick pace; she looked at him nervously then turned back to the rail, to the view.  He stopped a few feet away from her, and raised his camera to his eye. 


(Oh right, I'm supposed to be cooking.  I have no idea where this story begins or ends at this point... an interrupted moment within an unwritten chapter.  I'll ask the kids what they think happens next and come back to it later after dessert.)


(According to my ten-year-old daughter, he took a picture of the view, then said, "Are you alone? Would you like company?"  My son decided he took a picture of the woman :)






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