Openings and setting the scene.   Let me know if you want to read more of this story


The sun took its time departing.  It did not want to say goodbye to the bright day, the first of the summer holidays, and so it lingered, reluctantly lifting its heat from the tin roof and regretfully moving out of the paddock to the horizon. It waved its final departure with one last pleading look before giving us the evening.   If it had known what the night held, it might have stayed a little longer to defend us.