Having a really tough week because I’ve got other commitments that are taking a lot of time. I pulled this one out, inspired by the fragrance of a burning match, but only just. I think I’ve got something that could come good in revision, so okay. Onward!
Working Title: Burning Dreams
1st Sentence: A fire.
Favorite Sentence: First a parakeet, then a hooting owl—ooh, a sage with its warning call—and then a raven, surely Poe’s raven, quoth the raggedy, blue-black pest, and never say never, mom will you shut up.
Word Length: 435
Photo by Fir0002.
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