Lost in Boronia (third draft)
Uta had started walking back on the cyclepath. She enjoyed the crisp cool air and the sunshine. The surroundings in this reserve area with no cars around were very peaceful. Uta felt all right drifting along, just drifting along. She assumed, since she had come this way before, it would be easy to just go back on the cycleway. She was right on time too. She had checked with her watch before she turned back. Her son had told her to turn back after fifteen minutes. This was exactly what she had done. Everything seemed so perfect on a perfect morning.
The cyclepath suddenly split into two ways. This was definitely not right. This was not the way she had come before. But how could this be? She couldn’t work this out. It was like waking up from a dream. You’re dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. All of a sudden you wake up and realize that you are lost., meaning you are somewhere totally unfamilar to you.
Feeling absolutely lost, not knowing what to do, she just walked on. She remembered she had to go back to MANUKA DRIVE. This was the road she had started from. So where was this Manuka Drive? Best to ask someone. It had to be here somewhere. It can’t all of a sudden disappear. She asked a man who came along walking two large dogs. ‘Can you tell me, please, where MANUKA DRIVE is?’ The man said he had no idea where this road was.
Then a lady appeared on the cyclepath. She was running at what seemed a moderate pace. Uta dared to interrupt the lady’s jogging by asking her for directions to Manuka Drive. Luckily the lady knew exactly where Manuka Drive was. It turned out, Uta had gone too far along the cycleway. Turning back the way the lady had told her to, Manuka Drive soon was right in front of her. What a relief, to find some familiar sourroundings again, she thought. Gradually it dawned on her that she must have crossed Manuka Drive before without paying attention to it because the cyclepath went via an underpass to the other side of the road.