100 Days Project

Lindy: Never Postpone a Prompting

I am going to finely craft a paragraph everyday.
100 paragraphs = a collection of 5-8 short stories.
Life unscripted - these are to be a collection of my inner city tales - outrageous things I've seen and heard. I've always wanted to write them, half are still in my head, the others need fine-tuning.

Those who’s hours are their own and no office to be tied to will always be there, as long as its high tide.The thing is if the tide is out these bays are empty, hardly a soul in sight.  I've been coming here for 14 years and my favourite bay is called Home Bay. It's 34 steps down the cool and dark pathway to the bay and if you didn't know it was there you'd miss it entirely. At the bottom of the steps you come to a walkway - to the left is a little alcove with branches of pohutakawa entagled in each other. To the right there is a large patch of grass with plenty of shady trees in the summer and alongside it enough sand to call it a beach. Looking out to the bay on the left side you can see a jetty where the fisherman try their luck. Or, oddly enough I often see people at the end of the jetty with a mobile phone clasped to their ear having deep conversations - can't figure out why? Privacy perhaps. 

Day 3:

Nadia, a real life Mermaid