STORY TIME
How I Came To Fall in Full View of Everyone I Know at a Race Yesterday
Once upon a time, there was a girl filled with a beautiful flight of thought. She ran a race with time. Absorbed as she was in thoughts of frogs battling salamanders, she forgot to lift her feet.
Suddenly, the ground shifted, the Earth quaked, and sand swirled around her in an epic fury of wind and exfoliation. An invisible power locked his gritty grip on the foot that had disrupted his sleep. She moved too fast for a sure handle, but he caught the toe of her shoe.
The results were catastrophic. Down. Down. Down in a blaze of swirling furry went our heroine's face to the ground. He thoughts ceased to dwell on the coming battle of amphibian domain. The only link to fantasy was shattered in a moment leaving nothing but a cry from the depths of her brain. "That ground is getting close. Shut your eyes, idiot!" She hit the ground with a thud and a cloud of dust. Looking back, she thought she could see a hand slipping silently into the sand.
With the aftermath clearly printed on her face, the only word she could utter in such distress was a high-pitched "Oops". No other alternative lay open to her, than to drag her corpse to the guilty feet and run from the laughter welling inside her head, coursing through her veins, and threatening to overtake her.
NOTE: I fished sand out of my ears, nose, and teeth amounting to an incredible 5cm pile when I reached the relative safety of home.
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