As I was
colouring in my newly-drawn picture, I had an image in my head – it was quite
unusual for a ‘pretty’ girl my age to be thinking about, but...oh well...
My thought was
of an old woman, wearing a yellow sweater, who owned the dullest blue eyes. It
was just a normal day – of which she would think.
As the hours
would go by, something ‘wild’ would happen....
A running
gorilla would come towards her house of bricks and-
No, no, scrap
that paper work - my dear writer - Pier! It’s no good for a story.
Too....
unusual...
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