Jillian sat, lightly tapping her pencil against the wooden desk. The desk had begun to rot she noted, tilting her head slightly so she could get a better look at the dark mold that now crept along its underside. She paused for a moment, sucking in a breath before she swept her finger against the mold. It was fuzzy to the touch she noted, different than the mold she had spied on the leaves that morning. She wondered if there was some advantage to the textures, she couldn’t imagine what advantage there would be, but evolution crafted nature with such fine detail, that she imagined there had to be some advantage to a different texture of mold.
Daily Challenges: A new idea to explore and create each day. Use sound and photos, too!
https://freesound.org/people/Juandamb/sounds/430708/ Is your character running somewhere or running away from something? Listen to this sound and write the story. What's going on? A heard of tigers coming? Late for the bus? [Photo Credit: Halle Jean]