She nervously paced the hallway, eyes flitting in all directions as she drew in deep breaths, trying to settle wrangled nerves. With shaky hands she rummaged through her purse for a cigarette, dismissing the “No Smoking” sign. Let them try to stop me she groused to herself as she defiantly moved the forbidden to her lips. Ahhh, the scent of tobacco – with closed eyes and head back she reveled in the familiarity, until a firm hand grasped her left arm. Jarred from her euphoric state she froze.
“Claire. Claire, it’s time.”
Her shoulders drooped as she reluctantly dropped the cigarette back into her purse. With resolve, she turned and faced the messenger.
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Where of where can we go from here? The door is wide open!
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Clever lady – you left it unto us!
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so, I gather the prompt was beginning stories. I want to hear more.
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I love these beginning stories…maybe we should write more for all of them!!
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