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Rose English

 

Drabbles

The Last Race

The fragrant spring breeze gently blew over the meadow. The last dandelion clock prepared for the big race; it was not a race to the finish, but a contest of agility - which seed would get the furthest, in the least amount of time?

The athletes shivered in anticipation, each seed nudging its neighbour. The wind whirled, caressing the wildflowers that cheered and waved. It rippled over the grass, tickling and teasing those who waited in anticipation of the final battle. The bluebells rang out, signifying for the seeds to be ready.

Then it was here, and they were off!


The Game

At the top of the world, sits Nanook; surrounded by shards of black glistening crystals, light having been extinguished.

He feels guilty - but it was just a game.

Yet he had knocked the North Star from the sky, leaving his world dim.

“Have you learned your lesson boy?'

The village elder had approached silently; the heavy darkness had muffled the sound.

“Yes father. I’m sorry'.

The chief lifted a shard, it began to shine. Throwing it up into the air, it shot off at great speed, the others followed, back into the velvet night, illuminating once more the heavens.