writing week 7

Hi this is my writing week seven that I have been working on for a while. Have you done something like this? My tip for this is just keep on writing and don't stop.

Staring down at that one surviving bewitching flower in my grubby hands I sighed and got up from my creaky old bench and hobbled off down the paved brick roads. Gleaming in my hands I couldn't help glancing down and drowning in it's heavenly glow.

 Plodding down a dark allay way I tucked my elegant flower into my grimy breast pocket and kept on going until I come to my destination a man covered in so much makeup it was hard to tell if he was even handsome stepped out from the comforting glow of the street lamp and into the murky darkness and then he said in a hoarse voice "well you've come at last I have been waiting for to long time I'm considering taking back my ever so wonderful offer." 

 Shock ran through me. I blurted out "no please I will do it "all right then but this is what you need to do. Walking back down the street the man called after me and "and don't come back without the object" I called back and said "fine" and headed to the museum.

Bye, Matilda