Another link up with the Trifecta challenge, this time a 33 word story about a “giant leap” in honor of the moon landing anniversary…
Birds warbled in the darkness. A single bag was draped over her, its strap pressed into her chest alongside the sleeping bundle. She closed the storm door gingerly, silently. With faith she leapt.
Sorry again for being a blog loser who can’t update. I always feel weird making that apology because it seems obnoxious to assume people’s existences are hinging on whether I update my blog or not. Although I know I get super bummed when my favorite blogs go dark, so perhaps there are individuals out there shedding crocodile tears and lighting candles over the fate of Bend it Like Becker. Not.
And wait for it, here it comes– the obligatory vague excuse that ”there is a lot going on in my life.” Y’all there IS, and I will explain soon. (Lure! Intrigue!)
Here, let me throw you this bone in the meantime. I wrote this for an essay contest and it was a finalist (yay!) until ultimately losing (boo). And guys, look! Some bimbo named Ronda left what appears to be a moderately snarky comment! Baby’s first mean comment… a rite of passage! I am so proud.
So, yea, smell you all later. Go follow me on Twitter or something.