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Weekly Contest #90
The little boy feverishly climbed the old oak tree. He was determined to reach the top before his mother realized what he was doing. She was at the bottom of the hill that the tree sat on top of. He stopped for a second to wipe the sweat from his eyes. His arm was so sweaty itself that he just spread it around his face, possibly making the situation worse. It was the end of April but it was already fairly warm out. He took a second to look down and he saw his mother. She was sitting on a red and white checkered blanket with her friend Tracy ...
It sat on the window which was smudged with handprints of child passengers from earlier in the day. The creature remained motionless as the last remnants of warm colors from the setting sun flooded past it into the train. The noise was everywhere, from the people packed in like sardines to the rumble of the train charging forward on its rails. Looking around the train with wild eyes I expected everyone to erupt in excitement at my discovery! They all went on about their day, however, none the wiser to this relic on the glass. After I...
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