Wow, Erika. That's amazing.
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Thank you.
(I got the "pretty" ones, he ate the rejects)
And your eyes were way better than his were.
Yeah, I think so. Now he's a divorced prison guard living with his mama and no fun anymore.
my take on the drabble
It was the late 60s. I knew nothing of life beyond the hills I was born in. Walter Cronkite stood next to a chalkboard and used unfamiliar words like Viet Cong and casualties.
The church gave us Trick or Treat for Unicef boxes, telling us it would help kids like us in other parts of the world. We went out, glad to help.
The people opening their doors lost their smiles, gave us candy but no coins. A woman pulled us in, sat us down in her living room, and told us that Unicef was a front for bad people and that the money would go to someone called Communists. Then she smiled, gave us candy, and sent us on our way.
I miss the hills. I don't miss the people.
Dear Lord, that gave me shivers.
I want to show Hubby the color I think of as green, not this yellowy green they have in Utah. But I have no interest in interacting much with the people.
Wow, Connie, I could really relate. Not, like, note for note, but...
These drabbles are all amazing. Connie's gave me a chill, and Erika's put me into a thoughtful mood for a long, long time.
Question for my London Calling WIP readers, specifically:
Having had JP give Patrick Ormand the basics of the firebombing, the dead bodyguard, the obvious, not-bothering-to-hide-it planting of evidence by the inspector from the Cannes police, and Bree and Dom's arrest in the prologue, should I do the entire scene from JP's eyes in chapter six?
I'm thinking yes. But opinions are of the good.