I could see the small white dots falling to the earth. I could taste them. I could reach out and touch their coolness, melting onto my finger. I could I could even hear the sound of it all flying behind me as I went even farther down the mountain.
My skis take a sharp turn. My body jolts to the side. I can see the end and a lodge nearby. I take one final turn to stop my self and unload every piece of gear off my body. I enter the lodge, and can already taste the warm hot chocolate through my nose.
I really like how you phrased this. I especially liked the last sentence.
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ReplyDeleteI love how you described everything with such great vivid detail.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the detail you used in this story!
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