The multicoloured pencil skittered across the page. Currently it was in a yellow and green mood, the writing flowing onto the page promising the stories of spring. The blue and purple leads held back, not wanting to ruin the author's current sunny disposition.
It was a day when everything just clicked, the author thought. A spring day, with the just-opened flowers waking the world from its wintry slumber, and the spring-coloured pencil writing a springtime story of abstinence, growth and chocolate.
But then the reality of spring hit. Bees. Bee stings. Pollen. Sneezes. Everyone around you sneezing. Hot, sticky days. Boiling-hot buses.
Being stuck on a boiling-hot bus on a sticky day surrounded by sneezing, stinging bees.
The pencil scrawled on, in purple and blue.
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
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