The task at hand piqued her curiosity, she felt alive and on fire. The sweet scent of the honeysuckle that had been grabbed off the vine and shoved into the drinking glass yesterday wafted over to her from where it sat carelessly on the window sill. Just yesterday an English woman, new to the country, had turned to her and asked in a tone of desperation 'when is it exactly that summer arrives in Australia?', she had spoken through the dreary cold rain that had been monotonously drivelling like a teething baby's drool. I had no idea, as I have not spent a full year in the city, but at that point in time it felt as though the winter would never end; that there would be no end to the rain. How then, had spring miraculously appeared overnight? The sky was a never-ending blue, the sun streamed through every window in the house. Surely anything was possible.
Obviously it would be nice if this was actually going somewhere, and a bit more polished, but that's all you get in 5 minutes :)
Task was to write 5 minutes on the word 'Piqued'.
Joining in with inkpaperpen and her WoW
