Author: Mattheus,MrCarLover1A133 // Category:
I'm going to watch my first F1 race with Dad.
Excitement brims in me.
The journey there seems eternity.
I can't wait!
We reach.
I take a seat.
Ouch! It's scorching!
I watch for the cars.
One zooms past. It's blaring loud, a blur.
Fleas start biting me.
"Dad, when does the race end?"
Nice rhythm. Where do the fleas come from? Maybe the sun, noise and frustration of the blur of the cars prompts him to ask when it ends. Too much anticipation usually leads to disappointment, another of life's little truths.
Oh because my character was a dog so I decided to make it sound something like that :)
so i added in the fleas! :D
You definitely have to give the reader a hint, early in the piece, that this is from a canine perspective!