Friday Seminar - Writing Activity after interview with Georgia.

In Fridays workshop, we were given the task of having to interview a fellow classmate and then respond to there answers with some form of creative piece. It took me a little while to fully grasp the creative side of the task and how the interview is supposed to compliment our pieces but i think after rereading Georgia's responses I came up with this piece that I intended to play with magic realism in everyday life. When I was planing this story i really wanted to write a piece that was a nice, simple read that conveyed this idea that the world around us is always up to something, even if we can't see the unseen tears of the breeze.

Breeze

A cool breeze pushes through the foot traffic of Swanston street. It's 5pm, on a Friday, the temperature is 32 degrees. The suns began to dip below buildings and tall shadows shove through the city with disregard for where they might reach or steal the sun from. Imagine this cool breeze again now, a slight rush of air, of pure cool air. Sent straight from the waves of the bay, the first of many to come as the sun continues its retreat. It's the type of breeze that's impossible to follow, erratic and untamed.

It avoids those on their way towards Flinders Street Station and those waiting for trams. It's searching for something. Someone. It's now on Bourke street and with pedestrians everywhere it moves to the tram tracks, narrowly skirting a pram as it escapes a herd of pedestrians on a crossing. The breeze slows and tracks it's surroundings, trying to block out the hustling noise of the cities heart. Searching for a familiar landmark for orientation. In its loss of concentration, a tram rolls through the breeze leaving it to scatter as it struggles through the windows of the tram. Once inside it pulls the last of it's cool in and the people shiver inside.

"Bourke Street" calls the driver from the crackling speaker above.

The tram pulls up and doors open. More people get on, squishing the breeze as it pulls itself up into the space above the travelers of the tram. One more stop thinks the breeze as it remembers the instructions it was given by Ms. Love. Find the girl, she will be outside the library. The tram rolls forward. Nearing the library it waits for the tram to stop, then it rushes through the windows and out into the city again. People are everywhere, walking, talking, smoking and just passing through. How will the breeze ever find the girl?

Looking everywhere, the breeze begins to lose hope as it slumps in the air and it's invisible eyes begin to well with tears that threaten to hit the ground. The trees above take pity on it and release the last of their autumn leaves for the breeze to wipe its tears on. The breeze catches them and it clears its eyes before an idea presents itself. It rushes up through the trees bare branches and rips itself into multiple parts each holding a leaf. It orders them all to scour the park and find the girl and they all salute their maker as they rush off in search of this girl the breeze must find.

The breeze breaths deep, it feels itself weakening and knows that it hasn't long left.

Soon there is hope though, one of the parts of the breeze whistles and all the other parts of the breeze look to where it is. Below the part is a young woman, the girl sitting on the lawn eating an apple while she reads a book in her lap. She's wearing a black hat and a coat with jeans. Now that she's been found, the breeze circles the area collecting its pieces thanking each as they rejoin with the breeze. Finally whole again and ready to do what Ms. Love requested. Now behind her, the breeze prepares itself and with a final muster of gale if flies forward. The trees cheer for the breeze from above as it moves down the lawn towards the girl.

As the girl finishes her apple she places the core down and turns the page of her book, unaware of the breeze coming. It's only when the breeze whistles that the girl turns her head slightly and the breeze, with its final breath, steals her hat from her head and carries it up in the air then drops in on a young guy who sits with his headphones on. The hat lands on his phone and he stares puzzled at it for a moment before turning to see the girl looking at him embarrassed. His face softens, then smiles as he stands and walks up the lawn to give her the hat back. As the breeze slowly dissipates it watches the exchange, with a smile. They are talking, she laughs and he smiles more. Then he sits down, and she shows him the cover of her book and he nods and opens his bag to reveal a copy of the same book. The breezes work here is done.