100 wc week #22
The Manipulate Statue Expeditiously and quietly, I grabbed the ice cold medal bars of a extraordinary long ladder and softly flew down the steps. I will be safe down here from the poilce officers, I thought as I clutched the mysterious, cream-white statue of a eminently small goldfish. I stole the statue from a nearby museum as Cleo asked, in return for my father. Mud brown water from the sewers, slowly drifted down the drainpipe as I thought of where Cleo Knight abducted my father. Suddenly, in the corner of my eye, I saw a dark shadow of a man with tight chains around his arm moving towards me . . . . .