I need practice with writing one-scene stories, ones that embellish a seemingly insignificant moment.
Tommy ran to the closet door and stretched on his toes as high as he could. His fingers brushed against the metal keys. He jumped up a couple of times, trying to knock the keys down from the hook. He huffed as he landed on the floor after the third time, the keys clutched tightly in his grubby palm. He ran to the door and put his sneakers on. He was too impatient to tie bunny ears today, so he shoved the laces inside the sides of his shoes and ran outside. His feet pounded against the gravel and kicked up tiny pebbles as he ran to the set of mail boxes at the end of the sidewalk. Once Tommy arrived at the mailbox, he examined the endless sets of numbers until he found the one that stuck out to him. He eagerly stuck the key into the keyhole and turned it. His eyes glowed with delight. A yellow package was nestled amongst a bed of letters. Sure enough, the package had his name on it. Quickly grabbing the rest of the letters, he ran back inside, with his package held tight to his chest. His heart thumped in beat with his shoes. Tossing the letters aside on the kitchen table, Tommy ripped open the tab that was on the back of the envelope and stuck his hand inside. The invoice tumbled to the ground as Tommy revealed the item his heart had yearned to hold for eleven entire days now. The plastic on the action figure gleamed in the sunlight from the window next to him. Now his set would be complete. Tommy scurried right to his toy room, where he could put his new toy where it belonged.
I like this.
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