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Roylsden #67

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Dawn crept out of an unusually icy night.
I'd been sitting on my bed looking out of the bedroom window watching the sky lighten. Grandma snored as only Grandma's do, I guess, silent for the most part but occasionally sounding like hungry pigs suddenly discovering a bucket of leftovers.
My breath clouded the window and I pulled my blanket up around me.
Outside, the ground was white with frost and the air was sharp. It looked brittle, like the whole world was a glass picture that would shatter at the slightest touch.
I desperately needed to be part of it.

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    Neville Hunt about 2 years ago

    Love the first line Drew and the wonderful metaphors...and I feel the chill!

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    Drew Martyn about 2 years ago

    Thanks Neville.

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    Peter Henderson about 2 years ago

    Neville was right. Gee for a 100 words your have built a marvelous metaphorical essay. I'm envious.

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    Drew Martyn about 2 years ago

    Thank you very much Peter, I really appreciate that mate :)

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    Christopher about 2 years ago

    The description of Grandma's snoring was perfect too!

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    Drew Martyn about 2 years ago

    Cheers Christopher :)

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