Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt is Translation😀
Henretta was sitting in the library, hoping not to be noticed. Her big green eyes and sunset colors hair made such nearly impossible.
She sat, diligently scribbling Anthropology Chapter 31 notes; when she was hit with a paper airplane.
Saçların deniz kenarında bir yaz gecesi gibidir. Gözlerimi senden alamam.
Güneş gibi ateşlisin.
” What on earth?” She thought to herself, ” How am I suppose to read this?”
” It’s Ariabic!” Razia shouted from across the room. ” The translation would say: Your hair is like a summer’s evening by the sea. I can’t take my eyes from you. You are hot like the sun.”
Henretta was embarrassingly hot from his attention.
It never ever fails.