Here's 100 Words on "Place," inspired by Velvet Verbosity:
She hasn't got a place, though she could if she tried. No matter where she is, she's happier elsewhere. The fault is in the place, in the people that occupy it.
She lights another cigarette. She doesn't smoke, not really. Not anymore. It's a temporary fix. The stress is unbearable. She deserves a little outlet, no matter what they say. They don't know when to keep their mouths shut. They can't imagine what she's been through.
The baby cries. "That's got to stop," she says. I make a face. I roll my eyes. "I can't ever say anything," she says.
6 comments:
That was fast!
I could feel the tension in this piece, which is an accomplishment to pull off in such a short space.
Oh, and the verification word seems to be in honor of the approaching nanowrimo because it's nonolybo.
Thanks, I kinda liked this one.
I'm ever intrigued by NaNoWriMo, but then I block it out and go on happily with my life.
Just feel the need to say, "that ain't me he's talking about!"
And, it isn't.
Nope, not you.
Oh, I like this piece. It is full of "life" and all the baggage it brings.
I,rodius. Oh me too. Every year I see all the hype about nanowrimo, and I have this fleeting thought about trying it, and then forget about it. One year I did participate in nablopomo (or whatever) and that was fun, but also kind of stressful.
No idea what this year will bring. People are always telling me to write a book, and I have this vague idea that I will some day, so it seems like a good exercise. We'll see.
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