Tuesday, 10 December 2013

The Boring Brick
The brick was bothersome; it was as strong as tiger, small like a hedgehog. It was just waiting for someone to find out it was there. It took days, weeks, months, years for that one person to come strolling along and realise. That day was superb, unforgettable, magical, to be discovered. To be cradle in the warmth of someone’s arm, what an incredible feeling, the best feeling. As my new friend carried me along the path, we came to a beautiful house, my friend turned the corner into a wonderful garden and there was a gap in the wall. MINE!

by George Wharton

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