I just talked about the glories of pushing until you get something new and interesting. I wrote this shorty first thing, looked at it many times through the day, piddled with it for more than an hour tonight. Refused to be anything other than what I originally imagined. Okay. Moving on, then.
Working Title: Bridge
1st Sentence: He finds himself stuck on Memorial Bridge, unable to move his car—forward, backward, out of the damn way.
Favorite Sentence: He can’t move his car because he’s forgotten how.
Word Length: 250
Photo by Steve from Washington, DC, May 2007.
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