She ambled out of the car, dragging her bag which made a
trace behind her. She released the door
and slammed it behind her, walking into the kitchen knowing, that it was her
day to wash the dishes. She twirled the switch to turn on the radio and put it
on her favourite channel.
“The unsurpassed custard I understand? “said the man.
She took her bike and rode to the shop. She ran to the sauce section. It was there;
she grabbed the sauce and procured it.
Progressing back home, she unbolted the jar and stuck her
finger in it... the custard tasted like heaven!
I am impressed by your vocabulary. Did she amble out of the car because she didn't want to do the washing up? Good story, keep up the blogging! Jo (Team 100WC)
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