A
Ruined Trip
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I see I am on a tiny farm.
There
are many farm animals roaming around.
A
teacher advises me to stay with the group.
I
suddenly find myself on a little school trip.
I
check my reflection – I am a young child.
I
don’t remember going on a school trip.
We’re
all having our packed lunches outside.
I
take a bite out of my sandwich and wince.
It
turns out that the bread has gone mouldy.
The
horrible 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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