Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXXXVI
Pure Joy. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
The sprinkler.
Loud screaming has always annoyed me.
But not in this moment.
Not now.
Heat rushed around me like quicksand.
My feet slid through the slippery green strings of grass as I leaped towards it.
My heart pounded like an elephant's foot steps.
Then my thoughts plummeted.
I can't fall.
I won't fall.
It would ruin it.
Make me look like a fool.
Adrenaline surged through my finger tips as I stretched my arms forward.
Reaching for it.
I could taste it.
Euphoria.
Angels sing as the small glistening drops hit my face and soaked my body.
Oh the sweet, sweet song of summer.
More drops explode around me as I make my exit.
Perfect landing.
I took a deep breath and a sharp turn.
Round 2.
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