By Perry McDaid
Donny leaned into the page in his concentration of keeping the crayon colouring between the ink figures provided. His features drew into a scowl.
Appearances aside, he was enjoying the task: not only revelling in the combination of smells (paper, crayon, ink) but becoming engrossed in the fibrous nature of the medium. It looked like his grandmother’s skin, but more.
He straightened and raised his hand. “Miss Jones, where does paper come from?”
The teacher smiled. “China. The oldest piece was found at a place called Fangmatan. It was a map.”
Another hand shot up. “Was it vampires?”
Miss Jones sighed.
Very well done, Perry. Love that last line.
I loved the end and where it went. The beginning was a little confusing but it is tough to work with just 101 words.
Very visual, especially the first part. I could almost smell the “paper, crayon, ink…” Liked it.
Hi, I really liked this. The visualization was done well.