7 April 2012
I embraced the salty sea air as I strolled down the wood chip path. I soft autumn breeze blew against my face messing up my wavy jet black hair I brushed it out my face. The mild air made me feel free and happier... Than i was. Suddenly a cascade of nuts showered down on me I looked up and saw a flurry of red squirrels. I realised I wasn't wanted anywhere. A few salty tears trickled down my cheek dampening my woollen scarf
Right Choice • Opuss № I