Exhausted, Jack flopped onto the chair, his limbs hanging limply like a banana skin.
Anita didn’t realise that she’d tripped over until she was on the ground, her huge body amassed on the floor like a drop scone.
half-baked
A blog for the incomplete
Exhausted, Jack flopped onto the chair, his limbs hanging limply like a banana skin.
Anita didn’t realise that she’d tripped over until she was on the ground, her huge body amassed on the floor like a drop scone.
half-baked 