Texture Day 5

3 Nov

Today the husband dropped a Styrofoam ball into my outstretched hands. And in response I wrote a creepy story he much approves—the husband really enjoys creepy—which is only right.


Working Title: Your Words
1st Sentence: The squeak of Styrofoam still makes my heart skip.
Favorite Sentence: For example if I stab my single allotted Styrofoam ball with a pen—one sharp squeak—and then hold up the pen, the ball sitting nicely atop, and announce that I have made a doll, I get a check-mark.
Word Length: 1,052


Photo by Saurahb R. Patil 12/2011.

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