¨I´m going up to the attic,¨ I shouted down the stairs. ¨Okay,¨ Mom replied. I climbed the very steep and dusty stairs to the attic. When I got up the stairs I saw a light pink giraffe sitting in the corner. I was walking towards the giraffe, when suddenly it started to glow. I backed up until I fell over a pile of boxes, it was very painful. ¨I probably sprained my ankle,¨ I muttered. Then the giraffe floated over to where I was sitting and sang/screamed a lovely song. I thought I was going crazy.
You took some time to think deeply about what was happening in the photo, even taking into account the emotions the two men may be feeling. Your next step would be to take those ideas and instead of telling your readers about it, show them by writing the full scene/story.
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