At odds with myself about what I should do, I turned down the alley. I knew there was a chance I would never leave the alley, but I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care whether I saw another sunrise or got another piece of gum stuck to my shoes. I didn’t care as long as he was alive. So either he or I was not leaving that alley.
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Happy Writing! 🙂
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Today’s OneWord: Hoop
It lay there, on the floor. Glistening in the sunlight that streamed in from the high window. Sparkling like happiness, it was a golden hoop earring. I knew it was hers, knew she had been here. So where was she now? Where had she gone? Why was her hoop left behind and would she live long enough for me to return it to her?
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Today’s OneWord: Cabin
I had cabin fever bad. I couldn’t believe it had rained for four days straight already. The road leading down the mountain was a sheer mudslide and I couldn’t safely get down it until things dried out a bit. It was a good thing I had made my grocery trip down the hill before the monsoon began.
I stood by my living room bay window with my cup of steaming hot, too sweet tea, and watched the rain fall.
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Today’s OneWord: Beehive
Walking home from the bus stop, I was kicking rocks as I meandered my way down the long dirt road to my house. I felt something touch my ear and brushed my hand lazily in the air near my head. Thinking about my terrible day at school, I continued looking at the ground and shuffling my feet along. I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my neck. I scratched there, assuming it was just a twinge. Suddenly I felt funny. My vision began to blur and I felt dizzy. I felt my legs give way beneath me and fell to the ground. Confused, I looked around me as my vision went black. Of course, the beehive . . .
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Today’s OneWord: Hinge
Hinges squeak when they get old and rusted. When a door opens, you hear the creaking hinge all over the house. Everyone knows what the sound is and which door has been opened. So I don’t know why I thought I was going to get away with sneaking back into the house at 4 o’clock in the morning, but I did. And I didn’t.
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Today’s OneWord: Runway
She walked down the runway, her long legs stretching out in front of her as if she were taking a stroll along a sunny French street on her way to a cafe somewhere where she would meet her lover. Her face was drawn and taught, her cheekbones prominent in her thin face.
Eileen Maki 