Laying on a soft surface, blankets tangling her legs. Her body as stiff as cardboard, Not a movement. Light flickers in her eyes, the sun peaking through worn curtains. She held an old book above her head whispering the words.
“There once was a boy, who played on a field.
A voice so kind it almost healed.
He lived near the street with only kite.
To him the day was never night.
Children loved him, adults bore.
He’s the child forever more…..”
As the words shattered in her throat, the story came alive right on the pages.
“If you find a reddish kite,
remember the day, is not always night.”
By Abby
Wow. This was great. I like the use of speech. There is just one thing. You stated "He lived near the street with only kite. ' Instead of "He lived near the street with only a kite." - Sophia
ReplyDeleteGreat job Abby but... make sure it makes sense :-]
ReplyDeleteCaleb Andrews