Tuesday, 3 March 2015


I have tight waterskis and there's crunchy sand under my feet.

I see huge islands of sand with seagulls squawking in the air.

I hold a tall waffle cone with tall, purple, dripping mountains.

I feel sand blowing in the wind which makes me start rubbing my eyes.

I smell smoke from the pizza oven with grey smoke passing by.

I’m lying down on my towel with my fizzy drink spilling down my shirt.

1 comment:

  1. I loved that story Oscar. I loved the describing words you used, it really gave me a clear picture of what you were thinking and gave me shivers as I read more and more. You really described what was happening, like 'hold a tall waffle cone, with tall purple dripping mountains'.