Thursday, 4 October 2012

Hello My Lovely

Hello My Lovely

She was a big broad. As big as the whistling willows surrounding my top field and as broad as the colour washed Autumn sky. The breeze from her voice bent the grass and flapped my threadbare cloak. I looked her up and down and decided that eating late season wheat stocks was a bad idea.


This was written for 55 Word Challenge at Jezri's Nightmares

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