Pushed to the edge of the table by the absentminded seamstress, the little glass button knew it only had a short moment to live. Like his other fallen comrades before him the little glass button could only envision himself shattered and splattered across the wooden floor. With shortness of breath the little glass button could only wish that he could fly away and escape this dark destiny.
I used two words rather then one sorry couldn't help myself. I can't wait to see how this all turns out with everyone's contributions. Great idea Jules.
Created: Mar 30, 2010Document Media