One was her best friend, Jilly, who had waited outside for an hour reading so they could walk home together. The other was a sunset as bright as flames. Down the hill, beyond the arch of peppermint trees that hung over Forrest Street, the air was glowing. ‘Jilly, look at that!’ said Alice, her face to the sky. ‘Have you ever seen anything prettier?’ Jilly snorted. ‘What, the sky? You’ve seen it every day of your life.’ But I haven’t, Alice thought to herself. Not this one. The setting sun burned like a hot, rosy ball – as red as Jilly’s hair. The pink sky was streaked with gold trails like the tracks of a plough. The horizon was a purple smudge over the navy sea, and the soft night breeze smelled of salty ocean and wood fires and home. Alice rose up on her toes so she could be closer to it all, feeling her ankles twinge with the delicious ache of so much ballet. ‘How was class?’ asked Jilly as they set off. ‘It was heaven.
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