I was tidying my computer files and folders today and came across a very very short introduction to a story I thought I might write.  I’m not really a writer but for some reason I felt compelled to jot it down.  Then, I got writer’s block – wow! I’d never complete a novel! Anyway,  I posted it on Facebook earlier and asked friends to add to it.   One person responded with another short paragraph (see italics), so I sketched a very very quick response!

It all started with a gob stopper and a bag full of kittens. The tiny bundles of fur squirmed and mewed as the canvas rucksack bounced and bumped against his sweaty teenage back. He pedalled harder, feeling his muscles burn with the effort. The sweat sprung from his forehead and trickled towards his eyebrows where it pooled before slipping into his eyes. He blinked and wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“Not much further” he thought as he reached the junction between the old oak tree and the crumpled steel gate. “Not much further and I’ll be safe”.

…but for how long he wondered. He was sure the ring master with his cruel whip would catch up with him soon. It didn’t matter though, all he cared about was saving the kittens. He had made a snap decision to snatch them when he’d seen their tiny sad faces as they stood on each other’s shoulders while trying to roll around the sawdust floor of the big top on a gob stopper.

Thank you Zoe for your contribution.  If anyone else would like to add to it, why not drop your paragraph in the comments!



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