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#SnippetSunday “Why on earth was she here anyway?” #Sundayblogshare #Romance

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And (she) walked along the road. It would’ve been so much better and less boring if she had charged her headphones.
So she walked. Occasionally looking over her shoulder, hoping for a car to come along. But then again, she promised her grandma she wouldn’t talk to strangers.
Why on earth was she here anyway?
To meet her father. It was enough incentive to keep going.
After a little more than an hour Lani was able to see the house in the distance. Relief rushed through her. She was thirsty and tired. And with the sun already setting over the mountains, it was about time to reach her destination. Although tempted to take another couple of pictures, she kept going.
She liked the house, despite being so far away from civilisation. It hadn’t looked that isolated on the map when she first looked for accommodation. But it was ideal and close to where she needed to go. Or in this case to find someone.
Lani stepped closer and onto the front porch. The quietness around was only disturbed by the sound of a few insects buzzing around. A shiver ran down her spine as she moved to the front door and knocked. There were no lights inside the house. It was still light, yet, she would’ve expected one or two lights on already inside.

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#SnippetSunday “Now she wished she’d rented a car.” #Sundayblogshare #Romance

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Again, she adjusted her backpack and pulled a piece of paper out of the pocket of her jacket. Reading the instructions again, she double checked the road name. Worry trickling through her, she stared down the gravel road in front of her. No house anywhere in sight.
Another long sigh as she re-read the email she’d received from the bed and breakfast owner. Travel one and a half kilometre along the road before you come to a fork intersection. Follow the left for another kilometre. The property will be on your right.
Two and half kilometre. Lani did a quick calculation. It’d take her another hour walking there. Now she wished she’d rented a car. She shook her head. No matter how much she wished for a rental, she wouldn’t have been able to afford it. And again, she questioned her decision to come here. She pushed the piece of paper back into the jacket when her hand touched the photo she had inside the pocket as well. It was a photo of her mother and a man. The same man she was hopefully going to meet over the next few days. Reminding herself she was running out of time, she stuffed the photo back into the pocket as well.

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#SnippetSunday “Not that she’d been to mountains like this before.” #Sundayblogshare #Romance

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Lani Jeffrey adjusted her backpack as she watched the bus drive off into the distance. Blowing out a breath she took in the scenery in front of her. It was stunning. Admiring the snow-capped mountains in front of her and the royal blue of Lake Tekapo in the far distance, she stood there for a long moment to take everything in. So different from Melbourne, Australia, where she lived. She could’ve looked at the view in front for hours but a glance at her watch told her she didn’t have much time left before the sun would set. Still, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and took a few photos. The colours were unlike anything she’d seen before. Not that she’d been to mountains like this before. And although the scenery along the coast of Victoria was one of a kind as well, it wasn’t the same, though.

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#SnippetSunday “It felt like a dead language to me.” #Sundayblogshare #Romance

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After a while I just give up. The “human traffic” has stopped, but dinner (or is it lunch time?) is about to be served. I make an effort and re-read Grandma’s next diary entry. She must’ve had a bad day, because her handwriting wasn’t the best that day. I curse myself for not having listened to Mum better when she tried to teach me Fraktur, but in all fairness, how was I supposed to know that I’d need it one day. Back then, it felt like a dead language to me. Not language, but you know what I mean. Dead alphabet.
“I heard from Konrad again today. His letters are such a light in these miserable days nowadays. Me and the children stayed in the cellar most of the day because of the bomb attacks. He’s in Greece. I read the letter to the children as he described the scenery and the sea. The blue of the water must’ve taken his breath away. I wish I could be there with him. Still, I wish I could just BE with him. I miss him.”

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I move awkwardly around the lady, who desperately tries to keep that smile on her face as I step on her feet at least twice, but in the end, I do get what I was looking for in my bag “up above”. Grandma’s diary. Time for a bit more snooping.
Once I’m seating again, the nice flight attendant gets me something to drink and a snack as I try to get the hang of reading the old German again. As I grab the water, I glance past the lady next to me and see the guy across the aisle staring towards me. Instinctively, I look around, but no, he’s really looking at me. A smile tugs at my lips when I see him smiling at me.
“Where are you heading?” he asks as the flight attendant moves on.
I lean forward and the nice lady next to me leans back. Her smile saying everything. Everything as in, Yeah, he’s cute!
“I’m heading to Frankfurt,” I reply.
“So am I,” he says, his smile turning into a grin.
And then we get interrupted by a long line of people coming past. I patiently wait, as one person after the other moves past, my head bobbing from side to side desperate not to lose eye contact. But it’s near impossible. Itching to talk more to the guy, I keep glancing over again and again, but then I try to settle my nerves by focussing back on the book.
I had no idea “human traffic” can be so intense on a flight.

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#SnippetSunday “I’ve had enough already!” #Bookish #Romance

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Anyway, now I’m in this massive aeroplane en route to Germany. In all fairness, flying isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be. We’re not even half way and my bum’s sore, my head aches, and I’m bored out of my brains. Even the latest blockbuster on the small screen in front of me can’t hold my attention, and I’ve seen most of the TV series that often I can talk along with them. Even the excitement of sitting right next to the window feels silly now. As far as the eye can see are only sky or clouds. Initially breathtaking, now more on the boring and I don’t really wanna know what’s beneath me side of thoughts.
“Excuse me,” I say quietly to the nice looking lady next to me. “I’m sorry, but–”
I make a motion saying I need to get something from the overhead locker and she kindly moves her legs. Unbelievable, that there are people out there liking this experience. I’ve had enough already!

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Yes, Beauty Creek in Tasmania is the place I was born and grew up. The name says it all, beautiful scenery along a small creek. And Mum always said it very much reminded her of her home in Germany. The forest is full of deciduous trees with their leaves falling in autumn in herald of the coming winter. I loved walking along the path with her, gazing at the leaves above that had changed their colour from green to a burning red or dying yellow, or down on the ground, crackling under our feet. However, the creepiest part was, when she tried to make the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.
I really miss her.

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Well, at least I think that’s what it says. I’m a bit rusty on the old German. But I’m sure my uncle Georg might be able to help me out.

Anyway, my name is Sadie. Mum died a few weeks back and now I’m stuck on this massive airplane with Grandma’s diary in my bag. It’s kind of weird snooping in Grandma’s deepest thoughts and feelings, but in a way it’s fascinating going back in history. But not only going back in history, but also to a different continent. Mum was born in Germany, but left in her twenties and came to Australia. Quite a journey those days, and she told me a lot about it. Kind of scary actually to just leave everything behind. I mean, after all there was no internet or the chance to quickly call home to say Hey everyone I’ve arrived and settled in this super tiny town of Beauty Creek. No, those days you had to write the old fashioned letters and wait a couple of months for a reply.

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After placing the photo back into the diary, I over carefully turn the pages. After all, this little book is almost twice as old as me. Then the name “Konrad” jumps out at me. Grandpa! I swallow hard. It has to be him. I bless mum’s heart for teaching me the old German alphabet, Fraktur, which makes the reading so much easier. I trace each line with my finger and within seconds I’m completely engulfed in Grandma’s story.
“I received word from Konrad today. Finally the postman had a letter for me. I was hardly able to open the envelope my hands were shaking so much. It was wonderful to hear from him, but he’s doing it tough. He’s in Greece and it must be a beautiful place. They travelled through the Austrian Alps to get there. The way he described the mountains, the snow-capped peaks reflecting the sun, towering over him, it made him feel humble. The children loved hearing from him and him describing the scenery. They miss him. And so do I.”

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I carefully open up the diary and flick through a first few pages. An old sepia coloured photo falls into my lap. It shows a woman with long hair. I assume it’s blonde, but it’s hard to tell with the lack of colours. The woman is smiling and squinting into the camera. She looks beautiful, even in the old-fashioned daggy clothes. I study the photo and notice she’s very skinny under the clothes. Her hair is tight up in a ponytail which hangs across her shoulder. She has beautifully shaped eyes and from the sepia colour I can only assume they are of a darker colour in real life. Her smile is genuine and I wonder about the reason is behind the smile. I hold the photo a bit closer and notice some freckles on her face. I smile. Just like me. And then I turn the photo over and read in Mum’s handwriting: Hedwig Maria Stein. It’s my grandma! I turn the photo again and have another close look. Mum always said I reminded her of Grandma. Especially my eyes. So I assume Grandma had green eyes like me. I hold my hand over her eyes on the photo and check out Grandma’s mouth. It’d be nice to think I have full lips like her. And I cannot believe what I’m seeing. I squint as I move the photo even closer. Grandma even has the small gap in her front teeth like me. Cool!

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