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Every Time

Cautiously, a rough, olive hand grazes over my exterior. Robotically - as if unsure, he polishes my side whilst muttering to himself, perplexed. Waiting. Slowly... then all at once, I feel the glittery sensation progress across my flaxen shell. Overwhelmingly, the beautiful blue bubbles start to appear, making me shake like an earthquake is occurring. Then his familiar, booming laugh echoes through my body as he swims up towards my spout - bringing a colourful chaos with him. As soon as he is out; I am forgotten. Discarded like last week's rubbish. The limelight automatically switches to the genie. Every time.

by Phoebe Barrett (14)
Bohunt School, Liphook

Competition - Grim Tales

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