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« on: January 14, 2015, 01:08:23 AM »

14th January 2015 "ribbon"

In the mud of the driveway there was a blue ribbon. It lay face down, flat and contorted like a dead snake. The blue that was once deep and electric was now muddied and brown. The silky and slippery smooth nylon was now wet and sandy. The ribbon was once pride of place, pinned up above the bed the child's room. She would fill with pride and a gleaming smile would spread over her rosey face whenever she had the chance to show someone her first prize ribbon. Now, the ribbon was left behind. Lost and forgotten. The child and her mother left the house in a hurry. Her father stayed to fight the fire that was roaring up the northern slope of the mountain. He spent the morning wetting down the house with a large fire hose, pumping from the properties damn. The electricity had blacked out more than an hour ago. The sky was a smokey orange, and the air stank of burning eucalyptus. There was an eerie silence. Not a single bird was singing. Not a car on the road. Only the wind.
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