SA1 Practice 1: Continuous Writing- Picture Composition

Dear 5-6,


I've written a picture composition from a different perspective. Enjoy!

I crossed my arms and stared into the distance, watching the human traffic that passed me by. The place was teeming with shoppers ceaselessly thronging the passages between the shops. The scene was fascinating. People dressed in colourful attire and bright lights from the stores add to the Great Singapore Sale atmosphere. During this period, pick-pockets and shop-lifters were up to their tricks. Warnings about keeping an eye on one’s belongings boomed out now and then over the public address system.

My master gazed at me fondly, showing the least concern about the public announcement. Being the handcrafted designer handbag that I am, I was the most overt sign of my master’s identity. The gold-tone signature plaque fastening on my front complements the curve of my cream leather panels. I was my master’s symbol of wealth, status and access.

Just then, someone grabbed me forcefully disengaging me from my master’s arms. I gasped in horror as my master gave a startled exclamation. She squirmed and yelled hotly, “My bag, my bag! Someone catch him!”

The snatch thief skedaddled away, tightly clenching me in his coarse hands. The people around my master started to give chase. My worst fears were aroused. A fearful thought flashed through my mind- what if I would never see my master again?

Just as the snatch thief thought he could get away with my master’s prized possession, a security guard caught up with him and handcuffed him. At that moment, my heart lifted. I was overwhelmed with joy at the forthcoming reunion with my master.  And like all good ending, my master heaved a sigh of relief as I was tenderly returned to her.  

Much like a child who had learnt her lesson, my master had since decided to ditch the idea of carrying fancy handbags and jewellery at crowded places.  

Take care,
Miss Liew