Thursday, April 4, 2013

April 4 Sentence

The following is from a work in progress by Fiona Clifford

[From April 1-3]   It was a stifling weekend with Wren - full of incessant, drizzling rain; stale air, the lingering smell of fried bacon from breakfast; and the sensed agitation of the neighbors, also cooped up in their constricted apartment worlds.
      "Bored, bored, bored," Wren muttered to herself, pacing the living room's threadbare carpet. Then, unexpectedly lunging at Laura on the couch and digging her fingers into her mother's thighs, she shouted "I'M BORED" in Laura's face.
      Startled by the wild flash in her daughter's eyes, Laura pressed back into the couch cushions.

No comments:

Post a Comment