#storypicturecomp
Isabelle dreamily skipped into the backyard. It was a ripe sunny morning in August, thank goodness she could rely on the weatherman to get it wrong...
Isabelle leaned on the counter in her kitchen, beaming at the beautiful day outside. She had been pondering what to put on her breakfast toast. butter, honey, or- even -peanut butter and what the americans call, curiosly, jelly. The possibilities were as endless as a weekend cricket match.

BRI ' ISH @RubbishEngineering