I think I said recently that again and again I’ve gone to the childhood well to save myself in times of extreme desperation? Sometimes that works out and I write something I really like. Most of the time it goes the way it went today. That’s two stories in a row destined to live only on my hard drive.
Working Title: French Fries
1st Sentence: I feared it but also looked forward to it, any anticipated alone-time with my older brother.
Favorite Sentence: And because the appointments were painful and upsetting they would take her to McDonald’s afterwards for an enormous serving of soft, fragrant French fries, her favorite treat.
Word Length: 524
Photo by Biso 6/2009.
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