[The results of a 15 minute exercise in a timed writing. The prompt is in red. Might be a story in there . . . ] I reached for the lost box from the far reaches of the closet. Sitting on the bed, with the box on my legs, I opened it and stared at … Continue reading Timed Writing
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To the brink
Jack stared at the closed bedroom door before letting out a breath. The ringing words still echoed in his head. "I hate you," his youngest, Anna, had screamed. Now what? Race in there and either throttle or lecture her? He knew the books said not to do that -- but to be so disrespected by … Continue reading To the brink