On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today, write about finding something.
Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second instalment — loosely defined.
You could pick up the action where you stopped, or jump backward or forward in time~
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The link below will take you to my~Day four writing instalment~ “The tragic loss unfolds”~Episode One~
http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-fy
Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second instalment — loosely defined.
You could pick up the action where you stopped, or jump backward or forward in time~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The link below will take you to my~Day four writing instalment~ “The tragic loss unfolds”~Episode One~
http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-fy
THE ORCHIDS
We froze at first as we could hear this noisy approach getting closer, someone or something was very near us running through the undergrowth. I looked at Margaret, we held hands and ran for our lives in the opposite direction. We did not wait to find out who or what made that noise, birds high above flew away making cries of alarm.
We ran deeper and deeper into the blackness of this huge pine forest, until we both collapsed on the grassy bank of a stream, panting to get our breath back. We had no idea where we were. The stream was running quite fast, there were reeds, rushes and pretty yellow flowers on both sides on the banks. We decided to follow this stream in the hope of finding a way out of the forest.
We came to a clearing in the dense woods that was covered with many wild flowers and lush green grass, by the side of the stream. We sat down to rest and feeling hungry we nibbled on some chocolate with some wild berries. Margaret laughed and remarked that we were enjoying the fruits of the forest.
Margaret then asked me if I knew anything about a group of very pretty wild flowers nearby. I immediately recognised them as a group of beautiful orchids. I am certain these are very rare, very valuable, Fairy Slipper orchids. “We could make a lot of money from these orchids, if only we knew where we were.”
We continued on our way, leaving a makeshift trail of twisted reeds hanging from the branches of the trees and bushes along the path next to the stream. Suddenly there was an approaching crashing and the breaking of twigs coming towards us from behind. We then realised to our horror that we must have been followed from the cottage~~~~~~~~~~~~~(To be continued)
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved
We froze at first as we could hear this noisy approach getting closer, someone or something was very near us running through the undergrowth. I looked at Margaret, we held hands and ran for our lives in the opposite direction. We did not wait to find out who or what made that noise, birds high above flew away making cries of alarm.
We ran deeper and deeper into the blackness of this huge pine forest, until we both collapsed on the grassy bank of a stream, panting to get our breath back. We had no idea where we were. The stream was running quite fast, there were reeds, rushes and pretty yellow flowers on both sides on the banks. We decided to follow this stream in the hope of finding a way out of the forest.
We came to a clearing in the dense woods that was covered with many wild flowers and lush green grass, by the side of the stream. We sat down to rest and feeling hungry we nibbled on some chocolate with some wild berries. Margaret laughed and remarked that we were enjoying the fruits of the forest.
Margaret then asked me if I knew anything about a group of very pretty wild flowers nearby. I immediately recognised them as a group of beautiful orchids. I am certain these are very rare, very valuable, Fairy Slipper orchids. “We could make a lot of money from these orchids, if only we knew where we were.”
We continued on our way, leaving a makeshift trail of twisted reeds hanging from the branches of the trees and bushes along the path next to the stream. Suddenly there was an approaching crashing and the breaking of twigs coming towards us from behind. We then realised to our horror that we must have been followed from the cottage~~~~~~~~~~~~~(To be continued)
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved
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