She stood up (I estimated she was about 5ft 8') and sauntered towards the nearby bench in the sunshine. Scooping up her towel she dried herself down. She towel dried her hair next from side to side and it shone blonde in the light. The yellow floral sarong that she tied around her hips hid her miscoloured legs. I could feel that those nearby were like me - trying hard not to look but curious and mesmerised none the less. What we saw was a striking looking woman about 45 years old with a strong upper body and an athletic build. Big blue sunken eyes that twinkled and a diamond nose stud that caught the sun. She looked confident, regal almost and I could tell that she knew who she was. I’d almost forgotten that her legs were not real. Who was this woman that had slipped out of the sea ahead of me?
Lindy: Never Postpone a Prompting
I am going to finely craft a paragraph everyday.
100 paragraphs = a collection of 5-8 short stories.
Life unscripted - these are to be a collection of my inner city tales - outrageous things I've seen and heard. I've always wanted to write them, half are still in my head, the others need fine-tuning.