Broken moment

But, then it was interrupted. Sasha's phone rang, it was her father. She glanced at Elise and got to her feet, taking her wine she walked quickly back along the pier and went up steps towards the cottage. Elise looked at her own small hands with their oval nails and then at the water and the boats. The corellas and lorikeets started to settle. The light got yellower and yellower. Elise waited there, but Sasha didn't come back.

Link

Here's a link to an article by David Jenkins that appeared in the Canberra Times care of The Guardian and I thought it was very relevant to this project - the Canberra Times called it ' Don't Make Friends with Writers'.

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