Friday morning. Your move. I know, it may be too much like a science for you. You’re an artist. You act off the cuff; live off the grid. Watch them. Deliberate moves; demanding reflection, patience. If I make this move, what move will you make? Is it a safe move? Will it give me the… Continue reading 219 Words. Friday Morning.
This prompt used a random line from Tolstoy's Anna Karenina as my last line of the story: The Return She stood at the front of the ferry, rubbing her hands together to fight off the dropping temperatures, trusting that Patrick brought at least one of the children with him. If not, she feared the drive… Continue reading Writing Prompt from Anna Karenina