Word Games

 

White trainers, stained green, hurtling towards the park gate. Angry gardener in hot pursuit (across the freshly mown lawn).

 

Spread-eagled on the floor. The hands of several security guards firmly grip body parts. She smiles enigmatically overhead.

 

The deafening sound of wood cracking beneath carelessly heavy feet. Falling in silence before the ground removes all air from the lungs.

 First an orchestra of bells and then the sound of pandemonium. Bibbed wardens’ signpost the crowd towards the exit. A premature end to a boring shift.

 

A whoop of carefree play followed by a dare. The tinkle of glass accompanied by rubber on tarmac-the offending object loses momentum when abandoned.

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Amanda Bird

Amanda Bird

Amanda has always thought of herself as an armchair traveller, and since early childhood books and stories have provided the portal to other worlds. Her love of reading sparked a passion for writing and she has been writing stories since... a very long time ago! She now lives in Hove, and the view allows space for her imagination to roam.
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