The sign said so, but it wasn’t. The hotel’s pastel pink paint was powdery
and peeling. At the front, from a gravel driveway that was losing a battle
against grass and weeds, a double, sweeping staircase rose, but it was a poor,
crumbling thing against which a rusty, twisted bicycle wheel lay - a reminder of some long
forgotten accident. Around the side, under a torn and flapping plastic sheet, a
couple of dirty mattresses played host to a pair of vagrants - one laughed at the other
talking to the tatty, discarded head of a gorilla suit.
The sign said ‘Grand’, but it wasn’t.
Thanks Mr Jackson for getting involved in our 100 WC - I will share it with the class tomorrow! I must say you have really thought about your description and an excellent subordinate clause used near the end!
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Mr Warne
Very good aliterration!
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