He headed home with his little heavy bag and reluctance on his shoulder after a tiring day at school.
He stepped in his home ruffling the deafening silence with his footsteps and slipped into his room. 150 more words
From the time, I was born, I have been addressed as this special kid who has become used to being wrapped in cotton wool. 159 more words
The morning’s brilliant sunshine belied the cool air, but the bumblebee, sluggish at breakfast on the spent seed head, foretold the change to come. The season had been awaiting the moment and the moment was here, and even as the day warmed and the bees efficiently bumbled on their way, grand and beautiful clouds appeared on the horizon, slowly, quietly parading across the sky, their size and numbers more dense each hour until by afternoon the blue overhead was hung with dreamy cotton and the voice of the wind whispered high in the treetops of what was to come. 212 more words