See? Holidays and competitions, a perfect combination. Livia Blackburne is hosting this Blogfest over on her Blog http://liviablackburne.com/2010/03
I have had fun trying to keep to the spirit of the original but to capture a very different feel.
FLOWER'S a YA FICTION
"We could... go out for a walk?"
Splattering at the window, whistling through the crack at the base of the patio door, the black stained clouds slashed down rain.
Amy and Hannah - lying by the TV banging the heads of lilac dressed dolls with their biroed, facial tattoos - became unnaturally still.
Waves of relief rolled from the other end of the room as the mini pop-moguls continued their less than live auditions.
"Well, not long now, Fower."
Jo patted my arm before she straightened up and headed for the kitchen.
Moments later, I felt a little plastic head rubbing my arm in the exact same place.
"We - could - go - out, for a walk."
Rain slashed from black, stained clouds.
There was splattering against the window. Whistling through the crack at the base of the patio door.
Amy and Hannah lay beside the TV, unnaturally still - the heads of lilac dressed dolls with their biroed facial tattoos.
Waves of relief rolled.
From the other end of the room the mini pop moguls continued their less-than-live auditions.
"Well. Not long now, Flower."
Jo patted at my arm. She straightened up. Headed for the kitchen, moments later.
I felt a little plastic head, rubbing my arm in the exact same spot.
I recommend this exercise to anyone, I recommend any exercise to anyone. ;)