Droplets from the Inkwell

Twitter Scribbles: Thursday, 13 December 2012

I tapped my foot, counting out the beats. My solo was coming up. I took a deep breath and raised my flute to my lips. My cue came.

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I stood still as she adjusted the hem of my robe, sticking pins in as she got each part to the right length. She took care to get it even.

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I knelt beside the creek and cupped my hands together. Plunging them into the cold water, I leaned forward as I drank the refreshing water.

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I methodically ran the sanding block over the wood, carefully following its grain. I listened as the rough paper made a scratching sound.

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I curled my toes into the sand beneath my feet. I could smell the brine in the seawater which came up to my chest. Another wave lifted me.

JarredH

Give me pen and paper and I shall create entire worlds and fill them with adventures.