Writing 101: Days Ten, Eleven & Twelve
Happy Place, Size Matters & Dark Clouds on the Horizon, I am putting the last 3 prompts together because, singly, I find them uninspiring.
“Last night that dream came again, you know, the one where I’m in that pink frilly room surrounded by dolls and the dolls are all talking with each other and leaving me out again. It frightens me, the room is so big and bright but it’s more than a dream, and it seems so real like the memory. You know, the memory of sitting in the back seat of a car with my sisters on either side, Mum and Dad up front and we’re having a day out. Lunch means the A&W drive in, it’s so neat to have your food brought out to the car, they slide in the eating tray that clips to the window and I always have the baby burger and baby root beer. I love that memory, and it is a memory and not something I’ve just made up!”
She stood on her tip toes, fingers gripping the cinder block ledge, looking out the only window in the room, it was small, grimy and barred. The light was fading, yet another day gone. She hated the night.