There were muddy, messy, old boots sticking out from the
reflective water. I stepped forward to
peer closer into the small pond. My
heart pounded loudly when I saw the pond was small and shallow but I saw legs
in the boots. There was a size on the
soul of the shoe, size nine. I thought
of who I new that had size nine shoes.
No, can’t think of anyone.
There was lots of people here now: they thought I did it but
I didn’t. Someone called the ambulance….
Everyone gasped as the paramedics pulled the old man out of
the water. His hair was straggly and grey. His clothes looked old and
ruined. My Grandad.
What a fascinating, wonderful tale Ella. Right from the start you choose your vocabulary carefully to paint a vivid picture for the reader. The variety of sentence starters and sentence lengths provide welcome changes of pace and I loved the small details - 'size nine' on the sole of the shoe. And a delightfully quirky ending.
ReplyDeleteWell done.