Go on then. Yes, yes. Wait a minute. Where did that go? He didn’t throw it. At least, I don’t think he did. But his hands are empty. Maybe it went over here? No, nothing but more sand. Whoa! How did it get back in his hand again? Go on then. Yes. No. I don’t care which way – I can run in circles all day. Why's he dropping it? Bloody hell, he’s given that a good boot! I gotcha, I gotcha. I can fly!
‘Great catch, Buddy!’
Definitely worthy of a snack. I’ll swap you a ball for a treat.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Nice one, Rob.
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