A fog of bulldust filled the shed as David and Ann scrabbled on the ground, each trying to the get upper hand. Their clean clothes and faces had been blurred by the bulldust that covered them, both from pelting handfuls of it at each other and wrestling each other in it.
"You're mean." Whined Ann as David roughly pinned her arm behind her back for the umpteenth time, the sleeve of her purple jumper cutting into her arm. "You'll never beat me." David teased. Ann tried to shake her brothers iron grip, attempting to push him over. She however was the one who ended up face first in the bulldust. David was a head taller than her, and practically twice her size, meaning that beating him was near impossible. But that never stopped her from challenging him at every turn, and he patiently put her back in her place every time. That was how they displayed their affection to each other.
The sun was bearing down on the tin shed, turning it into a makeshift furnace. The jumper clad children knew they'd had enough. "We better get back to the house" David said, grabbing his sister's hand and pulling her to her feet. Ann looked at the filthy brown state of their clothes and faces, and her wide eyes and paling face under the thick layer of dust disclosed her fear. "We are going to be in so much trouble when we get home" she whispered.
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Young Farm Adventure
Short StoryI wrote this for Stage 2 English communications as my final assignment for the year. This Descriptive piece was written based upon a photo taken of myself and my older brother when we were young (this photo will not be included and names have been c...
