She stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind blowing behind her. It threatened to blow of her off the edge, but she didn’t care. She simply looked out, over the sea that lay before her.
Her black hair flew past her, her navy blue dress flapping around uncontrollably. Just what did she see?
She remembered seeing a seagull. That much was definitely true. The seagull was prepping to jump off the cliff and fly away. Not unbelievable. But when she swore she saw a leprechaun run past her screaming “IM NOT LATE FOR THE FLIGHT!” she just about lost it.
She stared incredulously after the seagull with its crazy passenger. There had to be a good reason for this, one that made sense. And she just could not think of it.