Thought I’d have a go at one of these today.
Up at the crack of dawn, she listened to a blackbird singing on a bough.
Throwing a morsel of bread on the narrow cill, she’d have to get her skates on.
Home tutoring sucked.
What a subject he’d given her, ‘ Zenosyne‘ , saying it had to be ready by ‘The Overmorrow‘.
Who used words like that today, eh?
Through the recent chain of events she had lost those vital two days, and unable to settle, had fallen behind in her assignment.
Indeed time was going faster and she couldn’t keep up.
He would not be happy, and she could already hear him scream at her madly, accusing her of shirking and laziness.
She gathered her voluminous notes from her last class and just hoped she’d be able to put together some kind of acceptable essay to please her domineering and literary father.