Wednesday 12 June 2019

Rita's Writing

Week #34 (19)

It just couldn't be a normal glass of water. Something just wasn't right. The water seemed to swirl around and around, like it was a magic portal ready to take me to Aladdin! As I picked it up, the room felt cold, as if it has been dipped into an icy glacier. It wouldn't hurt, I thought, and I just drank a tiny sip of water. It was delicious, so I drank more and more. I realised that every sip I took, the more faded I would become. I felt lightheaded, as I drifted off to the ceiling. What’s happening? . . .

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