The Thursday Post Critiques 4.12.14

They were lying in the tent, his arms wrapped around her waist.

“Can you hear that?” she asked after a while, to confirm that he was hearing it too, her mind was not hearing her own ringtone again and again from some place near them.

No her ringtone was unique, it was her niece singing twinkle twinkle little star.

“It is my ringtone.” she said a little nervous.

“No it is a lyrebird, wooing his mate.” he laughed.

the thursday post critiques

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