I lay there, cold, and sad. Whenever someone walked by, a thrill of hope passed through me. But that feeling didn’t last long. One particular winter’s afternoon, a couple came and sat on the bench beside me. Suddenly the woman whispered to the man, “Is it me or is there an umbrella under the tip of my nose? “. The man hesitated. “No. It’s not you.” The man replied quietly. The next day was exactly the same as every other day. People came and went. After that, a woman walked by. She was speaking to herself, “There you are umbrella!!!”

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  1. m1ssp says:

    Wow this is a really powerful entry Maja. I love some of your vocabulary and phrases especially ‘a thrill of hope’. I think I recognise where those words came from too 😉
    A great entry with just enough speech to move your story on.
    Fabulous work!
    Miss P 🙂

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