Capturing a Mood

11 Jan

Red RoseI woke up thinking morbid thoughts. So… morbid shorty.


Working Title: Morbid Much?
1st Sentence: She keeps a Word file that lists all distinguishing marks in case her body ever has to be identified.
Favorite Sentence: The current version of her obituary includes the best poem she ever wrote—about the exquisitely soft furl of a rose petal, shrinking and black-edged—but she’s thinking of taking it out in favor of a song that came to her last Wednesday while she soaked in the tub.
Word Length: 374


Photo by Marcus Obal 4/2007.

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