Saturday, July 31, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
It was a beautiful and sunny day outside but Jon Heath was inside the Macdonald Residence painting the ceiling of their large dining room. He was all set up in his hat and white overalls with a blue t-shirt underneath. He stood on a tall ladder that sat upon a large white sheet in case any of the paint dripped down onto the floor. Next to the ladder sat his radio that he always took to work with him to keep him company and his lunchbox. He often found himself whistling to the songs as he painted. The Macdonald family had gone out for a picnic in the park to enjoy the beautiful weather so Jon was the only one at the large house besides a bored little dog called Rusty.
“Oh, hey little doggie,” he said. When Rusty was satisfied he had been noticed he began to sniff around the room and Jon went back to his painting and his whistling.Rusty couldn’t find the source of the horrible smell that burnt his nose so he gave up and curled up next to the end of the white sheet. The ladder which sat at the other end of the sheet had proved Jon steady over the years but was about to take a huge turn around. Rusty had always been a playful dog and more or less a mischievous one. He grabbed onto the end of the sheet and prepared to pull.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
"Be careful of the lettuce," she had warned, "Sitting by the fence."
Cody and I lifted our legs high and tiptoed carefully across the path.
"Remember there's potatoes there too," Grandma had told us.
We watched our steps as we walked past the potatoes, only just visible above the soil.
"And the carrots, petals, especially careful with the carrots. They've taken their time to come up!"
"Yes Grandma," we had said in unison. Cody and I stepped past the carrots. I watched his as carefully as mine but his foot slipped on the path and came right down on a carrot. Cody turned to me with alarmed eyes. They watered and I told him it was alright. I pulled up the mangled, squashed carrot.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a panicked voice, "Grandma can't know. We should just get out of the garden and play in the sandpit where she said we didn't have to be careful of squashing anything." I opened the small gate that was old and rusty and Cody followed behind. I heard his footsteps stop when we walked past the sandpit. I turned to face him. He was standing slouched, and visibly upset. He threw his hands up in the air, as if in surrender.
"I'm not having anything to do with this!" he shouted. But it was too late. We were caught red-handed by Grandma who was coming up the path. She was smiling but shaking her head. Like, she did when we told her silly jokes. I was terrified and the expression on Cody's face said he was too. I knew she would be mad. She said to be careful of the carrots. I looked down to her feet where a grey rabbit was passing.
"The rabbit got into the garden, did he?" she asked. I nodded, feeling saved and my heart slowing down.
"It's happened before," she said, "they just trample right over the carrots to get to the lettuce." She clicked her tongue, "Those mishcevious rabbits."
"Are you cross?"Cody asked her.
"Not much we can do about it now, is there?" she said to us as we shook our heads.
"Well, c'mon," she said, waving us over, "You might as well put that bad carrot in the compost. The muffins we baked are ready, so come back to the house." I looked at the squashed carrot in my hand and couldn't help feeling slightly guilty. We followed behind Grandma back to the house. Cody leant over close to me and whispered quietly, "I won't say nuffin' if you don't!"
Friday, July 9, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
As Morgan Cambridge applied her makeup in her small apartment’s bathroom she stared at herself in the mirror. She heard the door open to her apartment.
“Sweetie,” her boyfriend, Jonah called.
“In the bathroom,” Morgan called back. He walked into the room and gave her a kiss.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, “are you going out?”
“Yeah, Teresa rang before and we’re going to go out with a few of the other girls from uni,” she lied.
“Oh,” he said, his tone filled with disapointment, “will you be back late?”
“Probably,” Morgan replied. Morgan and Jonah walked out to the dining room. It was already dark outside. Through the large windows you could see the whole city. Morgan grabbed her bag and went to give Jonah a kiss.
“Give me a call if you need a lift home,” he said.
“I’m taking my own car,” she said.
“Okay, well have a good time. I love you,” he said. But as Morgan said those three words back she couldn’t look Jonah in the eyes.
She hurried out the door and into her car. Jonah watched from the window as she drove off. Then he turned towards the kitchen as he heard a familiar sound. It was Morgan’s ring tone. She had left her mobile behind as she had hurried out the door. On the screen of the mobile, ONE NEW MESSAGE FROM DAMIAN YORK, appeared. But the message was locked with an unlock code. Jonah phoned Teresa so that she could let Morgan know that she had left her phone behind.
“Hi Jonah,” Teresa said when he called.
“Hi, Morgan just left to meet with you guys but left her mobile behind. Would you just let her know when she gets there,” he said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, Morgan said she was going out with you and a few others tonight,” he said.
“I don’t know why she’d say that. We hadn’t arranged anything. Derek and I are just staying home tonight,” Teresa, said.
“Oh really, maybe she got mixed up or something. I really don’t know,” he said, “Well, if you do hear from her or anything tonight let me know what’s happening, right?”
“Will do,” Teresa, said, “See you.”
“Bye,” he said and he put down the phone.
“How strange,” he said aloud.
That night Jonah waited in the lounge room of the small apartment surfing the television channels. It had gone 2am and then there was a loud knock at the door. He slowly opened the door hoping it was Morgan but instead a tall man in a dark outfit. As he opened it a bit further and some light came out of the apartment and into the corridor he realised it was a police officer.
“Hello Mr Spencer,” he said.
“Hi. What is this about?” Jonah asked.
“I’m Sargent John Courtly and I’m sorry to inform you that Morgan Jollettes has passed away,” he said. Jonah was absolutely speechless. His throat went dry and his heart seemed to slow which was the complete opposite of what would normally happen when he was shocked and start to panic. He felt numb and almost fell to the ground.
“I’m sorry Mr Spencer. I understand this information is hard for you to take in. She was in an accident earlier tonight but died at the scene of the crash,” The Sargent said.
The Sargent helped Jonah to a chair.
“She was not in the vehicle of her own,” he said. The shock was too much for Jonah. Tears prickled at Jonah’s eyes. He almost fell from the peach, wooden chair that he sat upon.
“There was a male and he was driving. His name was Damian York. He has also died. Do you know this man?” York-Jonah had heard this from somewhere. He knew this name but not this person, the txt message from earlier on Morgan’s phone. That must have been who Morgan had gone to meet.
“She received a m-message from someone by that name but sh-sh-she wasn’t h-here to get it. She left her m-mobile here.” Jonah burst out in tears. He felt as if someone had just ripped his heart out.
A few days later, when Jonah felt the sun had been destroyed and his life was not worth living Morgan’s messages were unlocked and it was thought Jonah had the right to know what they said…
When Jonah looked at them, the ones from Damian York had kisses and hugs and ‘I love yous’ and then it suddenly sunk in that Morgan had not been faithful to him.
The hardest thing for Jonah when losing the one he truly loved. Was finding out he wasn’t loved back.