At the gym, today, I sat on a mat and thought about all the grieving mothers and fathers. Later I wrote a story based on the notes I took.
Working Title: Veterans Day
1st Sentence: When he was a baby, he smelled yeasty and faintly sweet, like dough on its second rise.
Favorite Sentence: Occasionally the scent of a burning candlewick comes through, spikes the tea roses and gladiolas with a bracing fragrance that takes her straight back to her childhood, to mornings by the wood fire, which is where she doesn’t want to be because that was pre-David.
Word Length: 487
Photo by Flickr user Marlon E from USA, 6/2010.
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