Hope everyone had a good week. It's August already! Time is flying.
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This week, back to my WIP, ATNS. Homeless, Marissa, has just gorged herself on four (took your advice, Jess Shira ) hotdogs she dug out of a trashcan behind a restaurant. She is settling down for the night in a crumbling old factory--feeling fortunate to have roof over her head.
This snippet is a bit long, but I'm wrapping up her waking hours. Next week I'll be shifting into her dream sequence.
"She lay down on her bed, no more than pile of rags—old coats and a tattered blanket. Gazing out the now shut window, as her eyes adjusted to the deepening night, the few brightest stars appeared. Looking at them, she was overcome with hope.
Maybe this time. Maybe Rayanne was right. Gavin, her missing baby, a job, respect, looking in a mirror without seeing shame staring back. Her life. Maybe this really was the start of getting it back. “Please…if there is a god--and and you’re listening, help me find my way back to the world of the sane.”
Her eyes grew heavy. Survival was hard work. Her breaths became even and deep, and any tension left in her body escaped as she relaxed into sleep."
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Have a good week, all. :-)