Vintage Woman turned 3 today!
Yesterday I was looking at the shadow of my curly hair blowing in the wind. The wind was strong. The shadow tells a lie, though. With the passage of time, and the changes in my life and of my body, my hair has become very thin, especially at the front. But the hair on my shadow’s head remains thick and full and wild, as if I were still young
Select a book on your shelf and pick two chapters at random. Take the first line of one chapter and the last line of the other chapter and write a short story (no more than 1000 words) using those as bookends to your story.
Sometimes these political campaigns really seem like the old wolf and sheepdog cartoons where they detonate explosives at each other all day, but then when the 5 o’clock bell rings they smile & wave at each other and say “see you tomorrow”. I’m not sure I could ever be so detached, because I hear one in particular them talking about “those people”, he is talking about ME.