Friday, 4 March 2016

My Omi

My Omi.

Her neck is wrinkled and soft like a well used accordion. There’s always delicious biscuits in the cupboard. She’s always smiling from ear to ear. The astonishing smell of flowers suffocates the house not leaving any spots to breathe.     

Feedback: You are beginning to use some juicy vocabulary to paint a picture with show-not-tell Marnie. I really like how you wrote that the flowers suffocate the house.
Image result for flowers on vases

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