Photo Prompt © David Stewart
It was lashing down that fall, as she stared outside, willing for something to happen. She’d switched on her tv, and sat down on her dilapidated couch. She’d watched some of the news, but nothing had really grabbed her. She’d switched it off.
She’d picked up a trashy novel from her coffee table, as several magazines drifted down to the floor. Another chapter finished, she sighed and put it down. Surely she could do something better than this?
She went into her kitchen, and brewed some coffee. She mused as she poured, then walked back.
Could she be a writer?
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Faction
Word Count: 100
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