Darkness was following me in my small, brown, wooden box. It was as small as a baby and I could barely fit in. I was quiet and lonely there, alone, unattended meanwhile my friends were in the huge box next to me. A smell quickly passes through my nose and I believe it to be bread and perfume like in a supermarket.
Suddenly I heard a man talking next to me and carrying me out in to the cold air. A small light captured my eyes as an engine started from underneath me. We moved ever so slightly until I heard a gigantic crowd screaming “Tall Ships are coming to Falmouth, our town!” The screaming started to grow stronger than before as I was lifted away by big, bony hands (I thought I recognised them from earlier) walking towards me, more screaming more cheering, more screaming and more shouting!!
Carefully I was lifted out to a bright red stand that was just to my fitting. The sky was now pitch black like the birds flying around with a hint of orange swimming down the side of the hill carrying daylight with it, and darkness taking its place.
Rising, I was up in the sky looking down at the crystal, blue sea with a silky seal poking its head out. The moor’s vibrant colours were beaming out through my eyes with an orange boat that had always been peeping through the corner of my eyes ever since I left the supermarket smelling of bread and perfume.
BOOM! BANG! CRASH! I could still see the same things I had noticed before, but this time less clear as I found out how much I was sparkling. A few minutes later, the sea was now coming closer as I fell into little pieces just swishing side to side, as alone as I was this morning…
My journey was done, as my colours faded I was left alone again waiting for my next chance to shine above all… Maybe I will fly again…?
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