Blue Sound

A short story on a New Years in Scotland's capital.

The sweet tasting bagpipes in the back ground, watching cannons fire on the toll of the clock how magical. It was marvellous watching the pink petals float down from the sky in such a elegant way it was... I can't tell you it's like describing blue it was everything. Sadly I will never experience in again it's the end of my chapter now time to read the rest of the book and see the story develop. I'm excited about the next part...

Author's Note

Any criticism welcome.