100 Word Challenge by Emil
Gray, dark, sparkling... all different adjectives describing one thing. Rain. As I leap against the funny looking lake as a frog jumping for a fly, I see a tortoise on land walking slowly. I wave to it as if it can understand, as if we have something in common. As I travel through the air my imagination becomes thoughts different things pop into my head. As raindrops fall from a cloud gray as pavement, the last orange leave falls from the ancient tree. I come closer to the water. Four… three… two… one… my last sight is blue…
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