The room was
cold and empty; the floor boards added a touch of sadness as the red velvet
chair rocked back and forth. It was the middle of winter. My family was alive as the violent storm was.
It was pitch black. The roof rattled sending
waves of air through the house. I was alone hiding beneath my thin blankets
scared to show my face to the world around me.
The trees
slowed to a slight sway. My eyes settled to rest. But I knew as long as I lived,
I would never be alone.
Hi Karis,
ReplyDeleteI especially like the image of the red velvet chair rocking back and forth...and the touch of sadness, although I wasn't quite sure why you 'would never be all alone,' but I am glad that everyone was alive. Good use of descriptive language.
Ms. Sargent,
Team 100 WC USA