One more day to go. This contest was fun and also tough for me towards the end. I hate chaos, and it almost won me over. But, with the help and nudge of fellow writers I hung in there like a champ. Here is my freewrite today, woot woot.
As a child, I remember my family walking around town and checking out the glass blower shops. I had always been amazed at how they do this. To this day I still enjoy looking at the beauty of blown glass. This bottle I have was bought at a Goodwill some years ago. I love the deep blue, which is my favorite color to begin with. But the intricate details and such on this bottle makes it ornate. I love the Paul Revere on it too. I used to dream of being a rider for the Pony Express. Oh, the rush I would get from that. It was a dangerous job, which was usually done by orphans, so nobody would really miss them if they were shot. They were small and light, so they would get a horse to run full speed from one destination to the next.
Times up already..
