I shuffled through the museum, my shoes squelching on the neatly cleaned tiles. I look around the museum, then notice a tour guide explaining to a group of tourists about a dinosaur skeleton, I ignored them. Thankfully, I find another tour guide describing it to another group of tourists about a specimen from Greek Mythology, definitely my thing. Unfortunately, I smashed into a businessman holding a glass case, the man’s face was furrowed in concentration . I smash into him.
“I can’t replace that!” He said to me as I kneel down in sorrow. I’m not listening, the piece of glass had already pierced me in the neck and I was on the verge of unconsciousness.
What a dramatic ending to your story Cameron! I did not see that coming at all. Some excellent descriptive phrases as you describe what you see in the museum. I particularly like ‘my shoes squelching on the neatly cleaned tiles’ and ‘the man’s face was furrowed in concentration’. Such good description really makes the story come alive for your readers!