Focused today. Managed to edit 100 pages of novel #3. Heres a tiny sample: He reached into the bag again. Flowers. He held them towards her. “I’m sorry. You know I don’t mean to do those things.” An actual tear ran down his cheek. Mazie made no move forward. She stared at the flowers. The kind you get at the grocery store check out. Or from that woman who sells them in front of the liquor store. He shook the bouquet. “Are you going to take them?” The tear dried up and his eyes had that frustrated glint. The forecast of storms to come. She reached out and snatched the bunch from his hand. “Thanks.” “You should put them in water before they wilt.” No shit.
Posted on: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 23:40:58 +0000
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