Amanda Prowse

I Won't Be Home For Christmas

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    Seabirds swooped and called, as the sun prepared to sink below the horizon, bathing everything in a pinkish glow.
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    She looked out at the dark night, watched the stars twinkling over a landscape that held no history for her and was a long, long way from home.
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    Vivienne and Ellen stared into the space they left behind, standing in silence as the squawks of the seabirds below rose in what sounded like a chorus of farewell to Emma, who had lived among them for a short time.
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    ‘Maybe the world feels a little less ordinary when you’ve got glorious sunshine for half the year and good New Zealand air to breathe.’
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    They each bring such different things to the table that they fill in each other’s gaps and it makes things interesting, keeps it fresh.’
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    The night was still. The darkness was punctuated by the buzz and flutter of bugs attracted to the subtle lighting that surrounded them.
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    In the far distance, the lights of the boats moored along the jetty of the marina bobbed against the darkness like captured stars.
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    She pressed against the window, a little reluctant to snap away with her camera, preferring to commit the views to memory instead of seeing it all through the veil of a lens.
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    She walked up onto the deck and closed her eyes, letting the sun kiss her face and the warm South Pacific breeze dance over her.
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    Vivienne inhaled the scent of her; no longer a disembodied voice on the end of a line, she was real, a solid thing beneath her trembling hands.
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