11 December 2011, by De' Ela
Sound of tap of Ashley’s shoes were heard in the quitly jungle. The unheel leather shoes is just making slowly sound on every it’s tap. The shoe’s long line is banding Ashley’s calf strongly. She sat on the timber. Look at Jack who is busy cleaning his sword.
Evening with it’s red light couldn’t pass too much on leaves. The small bird stood on the branch of oak tree, quitely to see them. The wind blow slowly, opened the dialog.
“Tomorrow is showtime,” Ashley say.
