The sum of all parts

Rachel Gillies

The day: Today. 2008.

The sun streams through the window, dappled by the leaves from the tree, landing on parts of me, little pockets of heat. It is warm behind the glass. I woke up writing this tale in my head, over and over. And I had to get up. So I sit at my desk, with words flowing out of my fingertips. With me, is Lindsay, my brother, and a bit of Graham of course, for they are never far apart. Mum, and Gran. It is New Zealand winter but the leaves never came off some of the trees. I think of all of you guys in Scotland, and it is not so far. ... (continues)