MAISIE’S 100 WC
As I peeked around the purple picket fence, the quiet sound of water trickling filled my ears. It was my little brother standing on the other side of the fence holding my freshly painted piece of art under the hose.
“Hey!” I yelled, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing” He replied.
I stormed over to him and grabbed my painting out of his hands. It ripped. He was gone, he had suddenly disappeared into the picture, and was running along looking very happy indeed.
Then I saw him running away from a herd of elephants, and into a violin store. Wow!
I like how you described it like you were there and were genuinely surprised.
Hi Masie,
Great post! You had a very creative interpretation of the prompt words. Did the painting or hose have magical properties which allowed the brother to be transported into the picture? Keep up the good work.
Michael (Team 100wc), Derbyshire, UK