Monday, 14 October 2013

'Come Over Here'

'Come over here' the riverweed beckoned, it's lustrous green tassels flowing gently, enticingly, in the deep fresh water. The sunlight buffeted against the wind, and sparkling shards flew out to the water's edge, momentarily blinding the little water vole that was sitting on the bank. He scrunched up his nose and blinked several times, before fixing his eyes back on the green grasses rolling about in the centre of the stream. He took one last glance around himself, and darted into the river. The current sensed his presence and swept around him, the weeds tried to tangle around his paws and keep him with them forever, but he snapped at them, releasing their snares and hurtled himself towards the opposite bank, and freedom.

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