Competition Five Shortlisted: Tiny Pieces of Sky
I sit at my window as the clouds pick up speed. At first, I think it’s just a windy day. A typhoon day: that’s why nobody’s come to get me ready for school. But the trees aren’t moving, aren’t swaying in the wind. Mrs James’s washing’s just hanging flat. Only the clouds are moving, spinning […]
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