The woman looked down at her baby. His tiny rosebud mouth was wide open and the noise that came out of it was deafening.
Her heart raced faster as she watched the miniature sparks grow to mountain-like amber golden flames.
The flames drew nearer and the baby was getting louder, the sound was piercing.
Unexpectedly, from out of nowhere, a flock of firemen with glossy emerald wings came soaring to their rescue!
A fireman’s shovel-like hand scooped both the woman and the baby up and glided effortlessly down to safety.
Claudia 5H
Well done Claudia. I like the fact that you have chosen to write your story from the point of view of one of the characters within the picture, rather than someone looking at it.
ReplyDeleteNow that's a collective noun I never expected to read Claudia; a 'flock' of fireman. Impressive imagination. I can see you've also worked hard to include richly descriptive language which helps the reader to imagine the unfolding scene. I really liked the last sentence in particular and if I ever had a baby that needed saving, I too would want a firefighter with 'shovel-like hands.'
ReplyDeleteWell done and keep rising to the Challenge.