UNDER THE HEAT
The azure sky greeted me from beyond the train window as I stirred to the soft sounds of shuffling. The vast emerald plain emerged, its familiarity prompting a sudden delight. In my mind, I could clearly picture one particularly weathered wooden house amid the green, baked by the sun a deep, rich copper gold. A house that I once called home. Just to the side was a hill slope that overlooked the Gwydir River and everything else I knew. Throughout my childhood, I would race up the hill at every opportunity and pirouette against the refreshing, choreographed breeze. Alongside me would always be my sister Jade, her enviable, long, auburn hair forever dancing in the air.
When I received the acceptance letter, Jade was the first to hear my news. She embraced me tightly with pride and joy. I would be the first to attend university in my town, Bundarra, since the past decades.
Just adjust the syntax here, it reads as the university in your town, rather than, the first person in your town to go to university, if that makes sense To celebrate, our father slaughtered a newborn lamb at midday and carried the bloody carcass into the kitchen in merriment. Over time, however, this jubilation transformed into an unspoken sorrow that lingered in the air and haunted us all. Jade still joked “you can finally escape this heat now” but behind the chuckle I could hear the melancholy in her words. To sooth myself, I pictured a luxurious city lifestyle that I would soon embrace, with music playing on every street and people chatting heartily while sipping on coffee.
The wording here isn't particularly extreme, yet it just captures me enough that I can have a very clear view of everything I believe you're trying to express. I really like this - it's a very careful balance.The morning of my departure was a strangely chilly one. A bitter wind blew across, intensifying the scent of freshly burnt grass and engraving it into my mind as I bid my farewell.
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Sharp, neon lights flashed at me from every angle, blinding me, mocking me. I tried to ask for help, but around me were only heads that buried deep into smartphones and tablets, their hasty footsteps against the concrete pavement like blood cells that flowed unceasingly through the veins of the city.
I have a really nice birds-eye view of this pumping-city blood. love it. Anguished and frustrated, I tossed the Sydney map backwards.
The city, so unlike the colourful, majestic land in my imagination, was smudged grey by the smog filled sky. Lingered in the air were scents of smoke and petrol, occasionally mixed with sharp perfume fragrances that radiated off women passing by. Music, which was indeed everywhere, blasted from extravagant department stores into my right ear, while cars’ incessant honking pierced the left. The towering buildings that protruded from the ground had trapped me in their maze and I was the experimental rat desperate to find my way out.
At first, all I wanted was to call Jade and escape back to the restful emerald fields.
Yet as weeks turned into months and years, as the endless routines of university dragged me about like a lifeless puppet, I became sucked into the city’s perpetually pulsating rhythm. My visits back home grew less and less frequent as part time and full time jobs constrained my life. Calls between Jade and I also became scarce. Over time, unsurprisingly, the picturesque sceneries of the landscape no longer appeared behind my eyelids when they shut; instead, work and bus routes and countless brand names filled my head to the brim.
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The colours of nature came to a halt as a platform emerged. When I stepped off the train, the familiar burning heat travelled rapidly across my skin and dried my throat, as if punishing me for disturbing the saintly land. Grimacing, I swiftly removed my lambswool cardigan, its scarlet colour distinct against the background.
Despite my promises to visit sooner, stressful schedules had kept me in the city and more than half a decade had passed since I had last set my eyes on the land before me. At a distance, a hint of copper gold flashed.
I struggled to maintain my balance as my stiletto heels pushed against the uneven, pebbled ground, but anticipation rushed through me as I moved closer towards the wooden farmhouse, its walls more withered than I remembered.
As I raised my arm to knock on the door, a soft cry sounded from inside. “Jade…”
This needs to be on the next line Her name slipped out of my mouth as our eyes met. She grinned, but the expression seemed to have lost the touch of childhood. Her hair, still bright auburn, no longer flew wildly in the air and was tucked away tightly into a bun. Wrinkles extended from her eyes like marked vandalism threatening to steal away her youth. Nevertheless, it was my sister in living flesh before my eyes and scenes of two young girls leaping liberatingly in the air resurfaced. A sudden burst of warmth overwhelmed me and my body reached forward for an embrace.
“Ah wait, wait a second. Not now.” Jade scanned me, then sheepishly gestured downwards towards her grimy hands. “I’m working on the farm… don’t want to get you dirty now, do we.” I froze, ears flushing as I sensed my subconscious wince when eyeing Jade’s muddy shirt, its foul appearance a distinct contrast with my cream white dress. Once Jade spoke, I couldn’t overlook my growing reluctance to step nearer.
A moment of silence later, I meekly questioned about the state of the farm, only to find myself oblivious to Jade’s response on a matter that no longer concerns me. And when I refocused, Jade was apologetically lowering her head. “There’s a new lamb coming, I’ve got to go.”
New line for dialogue.
With that, she hurried out of sight, her shadow merging into the farm.
The heat seemed to have toasted the ground beneath without notice, suffocating me.
I stilled. For a static moment, I gazed blankly at the recognizable yet somehow unfamiliar field of green in front of me. As I watched the lamb tumble onto the bare earth, sticky with blood and fluid, I realised with a harsh bitterness that it would belong to the farm more than I ever would again.