Sunday, September 09, 2012
This weekend's challenge: Take the 33 words below and then add 33 of your own words to move the story along:
The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
Winter days are always short, and none felt shorter than this. She waited for Christmas all year, planned for it and imbued it with such importance, and then it was over so quickly.