We were given a snippet of text. A prompt. And had to write a piece starting with it.
I thought I saw a Unicorn. From where I sat, legs swinging in the breeze it was perfectly reasonable to imagine. It was the kind of place where you could believe. Where anything was possible. It smelt of summer. Of sunshine and flowers. Where Bees, crazy with the intoxicating smell of pollen didn't know where to land first. It smelt green. Of greens made with oil paints from tubes, smeared on brushes and applied thickly. Flowers all the colours of the rainbow dotted with small fingers until the paint ran out. It felt magical. A place where Unicorns could roam free, dusty white like icing sugar. Candy cane horns twinkling in the sunlight. Flowers smiled up at the sun, basking in its canary yellow glow. The cloudless expanse it sat in, like a blank canvas. Stretching as far as the eye could see. Like a lid. Blue joining green at the edges. Containing. Keeping this enchanted place secluded. Keeping the Unicorns safe.
This is where I belong :-)
PR xx
