Saturday, 23 January 2016

Red Hard Mountain Floated Umbrella, by Mrs Cunningham's group

"What on earth!" I whispered to myself.
 I was standing at the top of a mountain, admiring the view, when suddenly I stood in a puddle of blood red liquid.
I knelt on the hard rock for a closer look. Suddenly, I heard footsteps on the gravel behind me. I spun around, to see who was approaching, losing my balance in the process. My head crashed into a rock and I floated off into unconsciousness.

I awoke a few minutes later to find a fellow walker standing over me pointing an umbrella at my chest. I noticed the hand holding the umbrella was stained red....

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