It was busy on the train into Flinders Street but Sarah managed to get a seat. The man opposite catching glances in her direction was about her fathers age and ruggedly handsome. Sarah’s phone beeped and she looked down.
Running five minutes late, meet you inside the NGV
She looked out of the window noticing some of the tin roofs passing by. It had been a long time since she had stayed with her Gran in Warburton. She loved thinking back to the nights she had spent laying in her bed listening to the rain hammering on the roof. The sound would send her off to sleep and at other times would wake her up with huge crashing thunder and lightning. Luckily their house never got hit, she knew a few in Warby that had.