The scent of hot crusty bread danced on the breeze, wafting up, teasing his dark flowing mantle.
Eyes narrowed in thought, Must get to the core of this.
Reverie interrupted. A cry; “Zorro!”
This weekend, the Trifextra challenge asked us to take the geographical core, mantle and crust which Earth is basically made of and use it in any way we want to, as long as it is 33 words.
*snigger-snigger* I couldn’t resist!