The
Street Party
By
Craig Wilson
There’s
a massive street party going on.
I’m hanging
out with my favourite couple.
The entire
block is filled with party goers.
I
walk up to a stall to buy myself a nice drink.
The woman
serving me looks like a punk rocker.
She smiles
and asks me to provide my identification.
I
oblige and I buy a really strange drink that looks blue.
However,
its disgusting taste actually wakes me up.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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