Yet another card, which will never be used, becuase My father tidied them all up, denied ever having seen them before, and I only just found them.....and now the shop is closing... oh well, life can be like that.
Someone told me to write a story about her, so here it is:
She ran over the grass, cut so short that it barely gave beneath her feet, and paused to catch her breath, on hand on the stone archway. She hardly dared to walk though it, for before her lay her future, and she did not know what it held.
not very good, I admit, but not bad for the spur of the moment, I think =P