I am not sure where to post the exercise. So I did it here
The belt lay in the dresser drawer, listening as she screamed for one--any belt would do from the sounds of it. Soft footsteps approached, and as the drawer opened, a little face peered in. Slowly tiny hands softly ran over its leather. The hands trembled and tears fell causing the beltís leather to become darker. Muffled sobs came from the tiny face as the belt felt the cold grasp of long hard fingers tightening around it.