Trapped!
SCREEEEECH! The car stopped suddenly. A woman with
blonde, curly hair, high-heeled shoes and hideous make up walked out. She was
wearing gloves to match her dress. GLOVES? It was mid-summer and it was unusual
to find someone in warm attire. Unless...no, it couldn’t be. They weren’t real;
witches only existed in stories. Without a word, she grabbed and forced me into
the car, slammed the door shut and zoomed off. When we reached the lonely house
at the hill top, she took off her wig, shoes and gloves to reveal a bald head, square
feet and long, curvy claws. I was trapped!!
Very clever use of alliteration: hair, high-heeled and hideous; but who was she? You will have to continue this story in class!
ReplyDeleteSuperb composition, Driti.
Mrs T.