Fechar
English Creative Writing!
This is my speciality!
The boy drew in a sharp breath as muggy light filtered through the rough blanket covering his body. Stillness flooded the crisp winter air. The boy jerked his head back, staring into the darkness in the faint hope that, for the first time in his life, it would brighten and reveal what he had lingered under his entire life: the cold stone wall of a back alley.
Then there came a noise.
The light, spiritual trickle of coins rattling against stone.
The boy surged upright, feeling chill creep lethargically into his bones. He extended a long-fingered hand and felt for the cold metal touch of the coins, curling his fingers around them with a light feeling in his heart.
