A very difficult day. Hugely fatigued, couldn’t focus, headache. The shorty I produced has potential, though. By bedtime I was cursing the nasty cold that had settled in (I’m writing this a week later). This photo has no bearing on the post, I just need cheering up.
Working Title: Dream Teeth
1st Sentence: When Lynette had good dreams—not that she ever had good dreams, but she did have dreams in which nothing bad happened—there was no particular notice of teeth.
Favorite Sentence: She’d be at a dinner in a nice restaurant and open her mouth to laugh and reveal spongy black teeth the size of dice, a sheen on them like the surface of chocolate pudding.
Word Length: 1,167
Photo by Ron Whiskey 1/2008.