The following is my post for this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge, which you can find here. The one rule: Fifty words. Take it away, me.
It’s those dead eyes that get me.
Her stuff is everywhere, and it’s free. Wildly festooned scenarios all. Someone put time and work into these. No one works harder than her.
But every time I see her, I see those lifeless, empty eyes. I don’t know how she does it.
Nice Fifty. I could see her.
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