My son and I are both keen writers. He is 11 and brought this short story to me last night. I would be very grateful if you could give it a quick read and maybe a responce?
We don't mind honesty btw, we're tough
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The wind swept across my face. I have never been so high! Better than the busy city life, anyway.
I sat on the edge of the cliff while the evening sun went to sleep.
My sister, teenager of the house, found me
"Oh, there you are! Mother wants you home by 10"
I turned and waved as she went home.
The night shaded the beautiful sky. I put my hand on my forehead and stood up. I looked at my watch, half nine, not bad. I walked home.
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I loved this but maybe I am biased? he toyed with the idea of having something really bad happen to the kid on the cliff but I told him it's perfect as it is, leaving the rest to the imagination.
Honest opinions welcome