Jasmine Wood

Around the Marigold Round

Summer had almost ended, yet the suffocating heat lingered on. People started moving a little more, awoken from a long coma of days melting on the sand before taking a dip in the ocean. About halfway down a suburban cul-du-sac street, a post-war single-storey house blended in with all the other monotonous houses of the quiet Australian suburb. In approximately 8 minutes you would hear the slamming of front doors and the manic yelling of parents attempting to herd their kids into the family SUV. Just as the ubiquitous post war houses littered the suburbs of the Central Coast, so did the families who would all leave their homes at 8 am sharp for work or school until summer came rolling around again.