Monday, 16 March 2015

Beach and study

There I was sitting, waiting on the crunchy stones that bit my skin. There were shelIs for miles. I heard a dozen of seagulls squawking, the rocks grabbing my feet trying to make me fall over. I felt a chill zap up my spine like I was going to tumble down. I got up in a hurry then I lifted up a filthy rock, until "Ahhhhh!" - a crab clasped on my finger! I shook my hand back and forth, tears rolling down my cheeks.  After a while I was fine so I kept on looking for those nasty creatures.  I was pleased that  and that I didn’t get too badly hurt.

1 comment:

  1. I love the personification you have used with 'stones bit my skin', really makes me feel it!