Tag: Fictional story

LOST IN BORONIA

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.

A Conversation

A  Conversation between Husband and Wife

After breakfast at Darling Harbour they strolled to the Chinese Gardens. She said: ‘How exquisite to have such a place of peace and quiet in the midst of buzzing Sydney!’ He voiced agreement and commented, how wonderfully the trees and bushes had grown.

‘Don’t you think all these spots with watery aspects can make us totally forget the outside world? I must say this outing is a wonderful way to celebrate our fifty-first wedding anniversary!’

‘It sure is great that we can do this. I would suggest we celebrate by having lunch here at the Chinese Gardens later on.’ – ‘Yes, Darling, let’s do this.’

Lunch was excellent. Afterwards they strolled back to their hotel. She said: ‘It is really getting hot now, Darling, isn’t it?’ – ‘Yes, after all it is the middle of summer. Just as well, that we can have a rest at our hotel before going to see our movie.’

As they entered their room they noticed that the bed had not been made. ‘Fancy that, here we are in a two hundred Dollar a night room and they do not bother to make our bed!’ exclaimed the husband. She responded, saying:

‘Well, just as well, since we need to have a rest now. I’m absolutely exhausted and I suppose you don’t mind either to lie down for a bit. Let’s get undressed and make ourselves comfortable!’

Very refreshed after their sleep they ventured out across the Pyrmont Bridge to find their way to the DENDY Cinema at Circular Quay. As they rushed across the bridge, they were caught by a sudden downpour. By the time they reached the other end of the bridge, they were soaked! ‘We are not going to make it to the DENDY like this,’ the husband said. ‘Let’s go back to the hotel!’

They entered their room. ‘Now look at this’, the husband said. ‘The bed is made. And they even put fresh towels in the bathroom!’ – ‘Well, this is a luxury hotel after all.’ replied the wife.