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PROMPTuesday #79: The Story Starter

October 26th, 2009

Here we go! This week, use the below in your first paragraph somewhere:

 

You’re not going to win you know.” She couldn’t look at him when she said it.

 

Maybe not. But I take heart in knowing that neither one of us will be the same when it’s all over.” He pushed the papers across the table.

 

She kept her eyes away from him, but had to admit he was probably right.

 

For fun, let’s go back to the PROMPTuesday “rules” this week. They are:

 

  • You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and judgmental brain kicks in. Just set a timer, make your kid count to 600 slowly, whatever. It’s an honor system. And I trust you.
  • Keep to 250 words or less.
  • Please have fun. Don’t put pressure on yourself. Together, let’s rediscover the simple joy in the writing process.

 

And meaaaannnwhile….Please post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.

 

First time to PROMPTuesday? Read a bit about it here.
Want to see what’s been written in the past? Catch up on the PROMPTuesdays archive here.

 

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On October 29th, 2009, Me said:

Go easy on me, I’m not natural at this stuff like you guys.

I couldn’t let your PrompTuesday go it alone anymore!

On October 29th, 2009, San Diego Momma said:

“You’re not going to win you know.” She couldn’t look at him when she said it.

 

“Maybe not. But I take heart in knowing that neither one of us will be the same when it’s all over.” He pushed the papers across the table.

 

She kept her eyes away from him, but had to admit he was probably right.

 

She pressed the pen to the document and dragged ink across the line. There. Her entire life changed with one signature.

 

He sat back with crossed arms, making no move to scoop up the papers. She’d expected him to be uglier, swarthier, meaner. But instead, he’d been fairly soft spoken, except when he made his threats. She cursed herself. How? She should have been more careful. Stayed inside, never talked to her neighbors, homeschooled her kids. But she’d been careless, and with just one phone call, he’d destroyed all semblance of protection she’d built over the past two years.

 

“Now come here,” he took one last sip of coffee. “There’s another thing you need to do for me.”

 

She shook her head. “No. I’ve done enough. You have it all.”

 

He rolled up the documents she’d just signed and stuck them carelessly in his pocket. “Do you want him to find you then?”

 

So it’d come to this. It’d never be over. She stood up, grabbed her purse and wondered at the weight of what lay within.

 

No. She’d hadn’t done quite enough yet.

 

On October 31st, 2009, Cactus Petunia said:

That was beautiful! Wish I could participate this week, but I seem to be running on empty. Sighhh.

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