100 Days Project

Mymoena : More than words

The plan is to end up with a complete short story

She felt her body drop to the vinyl floor, the chemical smell stinging her nostrils, as she resisted gravity. The words pounded in her head het she could barely make sense, nothing registered. Her mother smiled to reassure her, but she knew nothing would be ok again, not anything.
Even now, two years after her mother has passed it took great physical and mental effort to remind herself that her mother was no longer around. Mishka’s earliest memory, the smell of freshly varnished wood, shiny brass door handles, their Saturday morning excursions to the city library, the train ride there and back. It was her mother who was responsible for life-long love affair with words.

Day 1:

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