Here I am, with a glaring gap of prompts eyeing me. Here you are, probably unawares of the fact up to the point I gave myself away. Why do I mention this every time? A bit guilty perhaps. But that’s fine. Here’s mine in fifty words!
The sun was yawning. Spell broken. The crisp wetness clung to us. A shiver arrowed down my spine. Go for a swim, she said. It’ll be fun, she said. True, until the darkness trembled. Bare feet, we flew up and over. Branches brushing naked limbs. The breeze indecent against my skin.
On a side note, Sunday Girl (or I think it’s this one) will be featured in the annual publication, basically an anthology, of Picture it and Write! posts contributed by various writers who applied last year. That was a long sentence so I’ll rehash: one of my short stories will be in a book, pressed between those of crafty wordsmiths!
*happy dance happy dance happy dance, all over your coffee table*
Okay, I’m cool. Thank ye for reading 🙂