what could be better than his toes pointed east, his toes pointed south, in the breeze? (or however it went...been a long time since I read it)
I confess I've not read it at all, Mac.
Okay, so I can see a face facing right with both hands up in a boxing pose. He has just the hint of a body, right leg forward?
I think it's a bird, with a big blue eye, tweeting to its chick, Maggie.
Not for me, Patsy. I'm not into Orwell.
I think this is by Huxley, Charlie - equally dystopian though by the sound of it.
Not for me either, but it's good to consider different types of writing competitions.
Sometimes a competition will tempt me into trying something outside my normal range, Susan - and that's often a good thing.
Thanks so much for commenting!