by ben26-01-2013 | 15:14:12 | No Comments


I woke and looked onto the walled-in flower garden. a random rabbit was running around the neatly trimmed borders.A heavy frost coated the soaked green and yellow grass, which stretched like a corridor for a while untill it abruptly stopped under the shadow of the flaking brick wall. In the corner stood a dew laden apple tree, which stood like a soitary watchman. A few paces to the left lay a scarlet caravan. A lonley white streak embedded its side. In there lived his crooked gran, who com to for the summer holidays. She was mean and horrib le.

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