Mr Jones of the Manor Farm. The hen-houses locked for night. Jones, too drunk to shut the pop-holes. His lantern, with the ring of light. Dancing from side to side. Lurched across the yard. Kicked off his boots. Drew himself a last glass of beer. Then made his way up to bed. Where Mrs Jones was already snoring.
Short Sentences: Home free
Sighing with relief. I let go of all the tension that I just witnessed. I have achieved. Finally escaped. Everything is in the past. Finished. The feeling of freedom. I have made it.
Sighing with relief. I let go of all the tension that I just witnessed. I have achieved. Finally escaped. Everything is in the past. Finished. The feeling of freedom. I have made it. This all started when; continuous suspicious crunching footsteps, creeping closer. I looked behind me and I was sprinting away before you could even say a word.