Journey to the Heart 
By Kiralee Taylor

This narrative was written in response to a Year 12 composing assessment task.

The smell of perfume washes over me as I step into her well-weathered wooden home. A whirlpool of memories rushes through me, like a sudden dust storm in the desert. I must sit down. I smile as my glance passes over my first painting hanging silently on the wall beside me; the one I had been so proud of, the one I had given my grandmother for her birthday. To her it was a masterpiece but as I look at it now I see nothing but finger smudges, over lapping each other like a well read heap of old magazines scattered in the corner.

My grandmother, the most wonderful woman you could ever meet, gone! She has left me.

I stumble onto the autumn shaded patio and into the now overgrown garden, the scraggly rose bushes intertwining with each other. The weed covered grass scratches my leg as I wander around aimlessly, trying not to tread on the wild flowers hiding amongst the clover.