Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Time was running out. She glanced at the hourglass again and again, praying for the sands to slow down. It didn’t help. Her hands raced through the motions, not hesitating, not stopping, though she feared they would.
Wracking her brain she worked harder and harder, taking one more glance at the hourglass, thinking, moving, and then glancing again.
The sands sifted down. The upper chamber was empty. Time! Now she would find out if she was still the master at Boggle.
Photo credit: Willow @ magpietales.blogspot.com Magpie #32
When I saw this photo I couldn't help but think, "Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives . . ." Ha ha ha! :o) But really, this was a fun writing prompt!
My sisters and brothers and I played long hours of Boggle back in the day. I miss playing that game. I'll have to shop around for one and start the next generation Boggling. Enjoy!