As I hug my son, time seems to slow to a stop. He is dressed like a slave in rough, rugged clothes. His skin as dark as the bark of a tree. I try to look at the sky, but the sun’s bright smile makes me look away. I can feel my son’s sweat trickle down on my arm and time slowly starts again.
-Estelle
Fantastic moment in time writing Estelle. I love the adjectives!
ReplyDeleteI Like How you Added A lot Of Interesting Words! Keep Up The Good Work!
ReplyDeleteVery well written! Superb use of figures of speech as descriptions.
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