here is a short excerpt from the novel series “the storytellers”.
please comment and let me know what you think, thank you! 🙂
sometimes, i sit on the trees while i write.
i wear a yellow dress — the one with the white flowers on it that my grandma gave me — and mis-matched stockings and yellow shoes and my favourite sun-hat.
we don’t get very many windy days here.
so hats are safe.
even when seated atop the trees. among the leaves.
the leaves tickle my face, my hair dances over my eyes, my notebook pages refuse to stand still. flustered by the scene, my hat takes flight. soaring to the sky, waving goodbye to me with its satin ribbon arms.
today is unexpectedly windy.
what? my favourite hat!
i reach out to grab it’s satin ribbons.
not a good idea.
and the ground races up to meet me.