Authors note: this has yet to be edit
The smell of burnt meat hit me as I walk through the front door, after another long day at the beach. ‘Oh, no’ I thought, as I came to my senses. The barbecue had been left unattended. Again. The ‘chef’ had been called over to help get the many cricket balls that the Pohutukawa trees had claimed. The Pohutukawa trees surrounding our front and backyard were on a mission to take over, with their bright red and green flowers. The Pohutukawa trees were now the reason for that yelling and screaming, as the adults and children alike ran around poking the tree with brooms and sticks.
The sun had poured through the windows summer was nearly here, with its long days and equally short nights. Summer, the season where togs become an essential item of clothing, and where jumpers and track pants are never heard of. Long brush walks are only seen as a late afternoon activity not as a form of exercise. As carefree days pass without a slight break in the suns warmth.
Today had started very much like yesterday, the sun shining through the light curtain and the birds singing their tweety songs. But this today was going to be very different for one unfortunate person.
The sun reached its highest point, and the sun umbrellas all came out, with their picnic blankets and baskets below. Crammed to the brim with strawberries, raspberries, cherries and summer salads fill of avocados, tomatos and lettuce. The unfortunate event was starting to happen, slowly but surely the string was coming loose, as the sea tried to clam it. The poor victim just down the beach from me unaware of the horrible event just about to happen. Suddenly jumped and dived under a wave, not much different to the wave before it, as the sea withdrawer the victims’ screams could be heard throughout the beach. As the sea, like many people collected thing, whether they were left behind or taken, was a different matter.
