What w-were am I the ground… why is it sooo soft.Why is it not dewy.As I jumped into the air but when I landed I bounced into the air again.That odd I say to myself.As I get up I am on two feet.My body feels heavy and I'm not black and soft.I take a step and I start walking round like a drunken sailor then… Clunk my wardrobe door and damaged it badly.I realised there is a banana skin on the ground and then I want to eat it and I do.
Thursday, March 19, 2020
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I like the way this story happens in real time, Alexander. It makes it quite fast-paced too. I love your description of ‘walking round like a drunken sailor’. You get all the prompt words in so well, too. A great little story.
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