"Good evening, please be active to open and read into the depths of psychology..."
Says Master Smith
The day outside was pretty. Roses climbed on the courtyard walls whilst primroses and daisies reflected against the hot sun with their tall green stalks and smily faces. Gemma was in awe in spring. It was a time of the year she considered a matter of beauty.
"Gemma, please state for me how memories for a psychological patient can be distorted"
Everything outside suddenly turned dark and ugly. Heavy drops of rainfall drowned out the beauty of this crisp morning. Dark masks of grey clouded the sky as traces of blue became erased. Gemma failed to smile.
"I have no idea, only nature is corrupt to me Master, but I feel my memories are distorted by those spectral raindrops because like gang afta gley, best laid schemes often go wrong, and in my inevitable unfortunate event, this wonderful spring day has went terribly wrong..."
The class of 95' turned in silence, confused and almost laughing at the given answer, but Master Smith merely replied..
"You couldn't have give a better answer Gemma..." |
Submission Name: Natural Occurences
