I sat down on a cool bench. The birds chirped around me as if begging me to express myself the way I do best. I pulled out my sketch book and began to scribble down all the ideas that nature was whispering in my ear.
I could feel the wind breathing down my nap. A little blue bird drifted down from the heavens and landed only inches away from where all my ideas were pouring out. Instantly lines were drawn on a blank page.
The blue bird appeared on the paper in front of me. In its beak it held a fragment of a branch. It was perched on what looked like a twig swaying in the wind high in the sky.
Something was missing from the deep shading. Words. It needed a story. Below the bird the wind moved my hand along the page, sending messages to the world.
"O vento traz a minha voz através do ar
O mesmo ascensores-me do terreno"
I could still feel the breath of the air on my neck. I sighed and leaned my head back, but didn't expect to meet something while attempting to breathe in nature.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I turned around and gaped at the crooked-jawed man rubbing his head where ours had collided.
"Joey?"
"Boba Fett?"
Sorry it's really short. I added it up and I am working on 15 fanfictions total! It's a lot of work! Oh this is for elisamachado! Thanks for being my friend! Beijos everyone! P.S. I think Boba Fett was on Star Trek… there was an interview where Joey, Nick Strauss, and Joe Moses were talking about him so I thought it would be funny to put in a small joke about that! Enjoy Elisa!