Awakening from my reverie I left the water and walked over to the bench where my towel was sitting. I could feel her eyes on me and tried not to look as I didn’t want to be rude and keep on staring. I put on my frock over my togs and sat down next to her. I turned and smiles and so did she. Her face lit up, her eyes twinkled and she looked like a woman who could be my friend. I forgot all about the legs.
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.