I wrote this--as I often do--with my Thursday night writing group. Prompts included: I have waited too long, ferocious food, what was the house like, Agnes and her pike, why wouldn't I want an Italian cavalry sword, diagnosis, immediately largest (which I changed to largess). Another challenge was to weave a color throughout the piece--and … Continue reading Too Late
Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: diner waitress, burning, haphazard groups, in David’s mind We live in a land where the autumn is brown and orange. The leaves don’t fall from the trees anymore. They hang on, wilting, defying wind and season and temperament of the sun. The children never learn the color blue. Everything … Continue reading Something Burning
