bluedove17
It's so close, yet so far away. The diamond bracelet. I stretch out my hands, trying so hard to reach it. It's no use. Do I dare give up? No. I simply jump off the staircase and snatch it with my bare hands.
I stare at a blank page. "What to write?" I thought to myself. Should I write about the shoe on my front desk? Or of the blue jay I see every night? Curiosity gets to me. I open the shutters and find my bird.
It stretched. The texture shined. It hurt. Frank was tied up by the elastic. "Why me?!" he yelled at the man in black. "You know why," smirked the man in black.