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Deep green water swirls and crashes around the rocks,

breaking them and tossing them across the never-ending sea bed.

Leaving its mark on the first piece of land, like a moko on the mighty Maori warrior’s skin.

The trees sway in the wind in unison, a field of dominoes dropping like stones.

Never ending, as long as the strong off-shore breeze continues to swirl its way

out to the horizon, across the sea.

The baby blue sky hides itself beyond the murky grey clouds that surge across the sky, dropping rain over the land and sea without a care.

The clouds cast a shadow right across the coast, rippling the water, feeding the land for another day.

The wind fights back, and forces the clouds over the horizon and out of sight.

Sea life returns to play, and the gulls screech overhead.

Everything waiting for night to arrive, to hide once more before the new sun’s rise

Copyright JoeCook 2005



I am stunned and a little shaken. My car has been pushed towards the cars parked at the side of the street, and people are congregating as they always do. I find I cannot open the driver’s door to escape this metal dragon.

The child who ran out into the path of the other car has retreated to her mother’s care, and is sobbing noisily.

The other driver suddenly appears in front of me, yelling. I can see she is also shaken.

'Bloody Asian!' she screams.

'Excuse me, I am Vietnamese', I reply. 'My family name is Nguyen, and you crashed into me'.

'It wasn’t my fault,' she returns. 'You could have avoided all this if you’d slowed down'.

I do not understand her thought processes but know enough not to try. I have no idea how fast I was travelling, but am reasonably certain it was well below the speed limit. I had seen the child start her rush onto the road and had already started to brake.

Thanks to the media, and their unthinking campaign against 'Asian drivers' I have become excessively careful with my driving.

So I bow slightly without correcting her, and cling to my earnest wish not to be reincarnated as a lower life form.

'The child seems safe and well but frightened', I point out. 'She has learned a valuable lesson today, although it is you and I who must pay with our damaged cars.'

Her eyelids flicker. 'This is my son’s car,' she says. 'His insurance won’t cover your actions. You’ll have to pay!'

An older woman appears, and places her arm around my assailant.

'Oh, Sandy', she croons. 'You poor thing. Brad’s car’s a bit of a mess, isn’t it? Never mind, the tow truck’s on its way and the doctor’s here. We’ll go and get you checked out while we’re waiting, shall we?'

She looks at me and I remain still and silent as she leads the woman into a nearby house. She returns remarkably quickly.

'Right, what about you?' she asks

I sag a little in relief and offer my details. She takes many notes. Already, traffic is starting to inch around our damaged vehicles and public interest is waning.

I begin to shake in earnest.

Suddenly, tow trucks and a police car are with us. The older woman turns to the police officer, ' I’m Heather Miles and I saw the whole thing. This gentleman is….'

But my brain has gone out to its lunch.

Copyright (c) Corrie Cook 2005