I’m looking amazed at where I left off.
“He watches her as she walks with her skirt swaying in the breeze. She is an image of”
Image of what?!
I left of in the middle of a sentence! How on earth did I manage that?!
What was my line of thought? What has she an image of?
As far as I can remember there have been no flooding, houses on fire or traffic accidents lately. Why, oh why, did I have to leave right then?
Tel Aviv Writing Salon: Flash Fiction
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1 comments:
What happened at the moment that you stopped writing here? Did you stop because the phone or door bell rang?
This is a very interesting point in my opinion, my mind immediately makes some possible associations to finsh this phrase with. I'm curious about your ideas for finishing this phrase. (my first association was that she is an image of his first love he had when he was a teenager).
Please let me know your ending of the phrase!
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