Matt first noticed her when she paused at the water's edge, silhouetted darkly against the setting sun.
It looked like a scene from a glossy magazine.
The next evening he saw her again. She wore jeans, a windcheater and a beret set at a jaunty angle. The weather had turned chill after yesterday's heat.
The third evening, Matt positioned himself on a seat close to where she walked. When she came level with him, he saw she wasn't as young as he'd thought.
She'd been a fashion model, she told him later. They lay on the beach, their bodies almost touching, drying in the sun after a swim. She even had a model name - Krystina. Her parents had arrived from some eastern European country when she was ten
"I love you. You know that, don't you?" he said, his hand curled around hers.
She laughed. "You're only a boy." There was a tinge of her parents' European accent.
“And I’m fifty. Old enough to be your mother.”
“You would be a very young mother.” He wanted to kiss the faint lines at her eyes.
Battle of Boodicuttup Creek. Suitable for children 7-11. three children try to say a creek from the developers.