It's fiction, but in just 58 words
That's we I call it Fiction in 58.
Flush/Hope
The girls balance on railroad rails, and giggle as they try to touch fingertips as they pigeon-step on the polished steel as it rounds a bend.
“First one that falls off has to kiss Jeremy Saunders!”
The girl is awkward, a little plump. She slips from the rail.
Her cheeks are flush, warm; it’s the color of hope.
What, you were expecting a report on my first day on the job? Let's let the honeymoon continue before I weigh in - for the last time - on my real-life job, OK?
Besides, I don't have the Internets at my house yet, so it makes it very difficult to post. I scrounge the best I can. Thursday is the supposed blessed day of immaculate connection (cross your fingers for me, K?).
Flush/Hope
The girls balance on railroad rails, and giggle as they try to touch fingertips as they pigeon-step on the polished steel as it rounds a bend.
“First one that falls off has to kiss Jeremy Saunders!”
The girl is awkward, a little plump. She slips from the rail.
Her cheeks are flush, warm; it’s the color of hope.
What, you were expecting a report on my first day on the job? Let's let the honeymoon continue before I weigh in - for the last time - on my real-life job, OK?
Besides, I don't have the Internets at my house yet, so it makes it very difficult to post. I scrounge the best I can. Thursday is the supposed blessed day of immaculate connection (cross your fingers for me, K?).
Comments
I think it's significant that your other lead in California didn't come through- this is what I call a "God Thing". Everything happens for a reason.
Also, I thought your neighbor (the older lady, the unofficial mayor of the neighborhood) was delightful. :)
Can't wait to hear more!
- Snarky Pants