The Cotton Wool Cloud.

[zoolane]

A cotton wool cloud was in the sky with light blue surrounding it. A small boy with bright yellow hair with flick of silence brown waiting burst through. Lizard green eyes with most freckles that you very saw on a child. Most days he wear black t shirt because he can wear for days before has give to her for wash and same colour jeans as for his foot wear black socks. He pretend his play game if someone was ask him trainers or shoes.

As he try to join in with other children on the estate, his dis regard like can under someone foot and kick about. She does not care for him now he back. She used to love him, feed, and talk to him about what the future hold for them. He come back and taken her again. Her mind is gone, it like he was never born.

The football pitch is empty with crisps packs and cartons of drinks. His alone with nothing but stars and moon for comfort.

[Steven Hunley]

I'll tell you right now girl from North Yorkshire, the thing that facinates me about your work is that I can't tell what's contrived and calculated, and what's the effect of your dyslexia. It makes for an effect that sometimes is downright disturbing in some cases, which often bolsters your subject matter, and in other cases waxes poetic, as in your last line of this piece, and ends up lyrical. Always a pleasure to read.

[hillwalker]

A poignant ending that's beautifully handled. I second everything Mr Hunley had to say on this piece.

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[zoolane]

Thank you both, at the moment I currently work on it to make long and hopeful keep tone of the tale.