Mary looked up from her tea, the deep grooves in her face representing the wisdom her 7 boys had imparted on her over the last 25 years. "Boys will be boys," she said, a self-satisfied smile spreading. I shuddered, hating the saying and recognizing the ounce of truth it held. My foot began to tap, filling in the missing beats for my son's newly formed garage band.
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A daily writing prompt experiment.
Heather
A Simple Welcome
A friend and I started playing a writing 'game' and this is the result. The posts are "Daily Prompt" writings that are very much in rough draft form. I love to receive comments so please leave plenty. I do leave responses so please, check back often!
P.S. I'm very sorry about how messy things are right now. I was gone for a short while and I returned to upgrades and other changes that I don't quite know how to manage just yet. I promise a more visually appeasing space if you can hang out for a while.
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