FYI: The following is a short, short story I wrote based on the photo below. The blog http://magpietales.blogspot.com/ is dedicated to the craft of writing.
The author of the blog, Willow, posts a picture and then asks writers to create a poem or story about the picture and link back to her site. It's a fun way to work on writing skills and get feedback. I'm being brave and posting it here so you see what it's about and give me feedback. Thanks for reading! ---Corrina :o)
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As it had been a hot day, she poured herself a glass of ice cold lemonade from the fridge and sank down into the sofa, putting her feet up on the soft ottoman her mother had given her. She sighed, wiggling her toes. The ticking of the clock was a constant, soft drumming. Some people avoided quiet. They filled it up with TV and music and talk. Not her. She was happy to rest in it.
Submitted: ANNA THE PROPHETESS
1 week ago