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Friday, August 6, 2021

Umbrella

To day my writing group writ a story called umbrella it was a short fill it was very sad but I liked it

 umbrella

Early one drizzly morning, the door to Miss Elems home for children sprung opened wide. The girl with the bright lemon yellow umbrella crept cautiously into the orphanage before finding a home for her umbrella. Not wanting to be  seen, Boris quickly snapped his head around the door frame so that he was hidden from view standing off to the side the girl observed the happy scene and the children searched in the box for hidden treasures. The girl smiled as she watched the young boy race around the room like a lightning bolt. Her smile quickly dissolved as she looked back at the umbrella stand and all she saw was puddles. Her beloved umbrella had been stolen.
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  1. Oliver TrewinAugust 27, 2021 at 2:02 PM

    Kia Ora Christian, this is a very well thought piece of writing. The words you have used allowed me to visualise this in my head. I wonder who stole the Umbrella?

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