Some days my head calls the shots. Sometimes it's my heart. But I'm working towards some sort of a compromise and I think the lines of communication are open.
On the fourth day of flashing, here is what I wrote.
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The zipper broke and she swore as she tried
to stuff her sweater back inside the tattered suitcase. She sank down on the
curb.
“You staying or going?” the bus driver
asked, holding the door open.
She brushed the tears from her cheeks and
nodded.
It was time to go.
Fantastic story in so few words! I am impressed.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sarah. 50 words is tough, but I love the way it forces me to capture a moment. I'm usually a woman of WAY TOO MANY words.
ReplyDeleteYou capture moments like butterflies on a flower.
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