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This week, back to my WIP, ATNS. Marissa, a homeless woman, cannot account for two years of her life. Institutionalized at one point, she has been diagnosed as delusional--unable to separate her dreams from reality. She has just had a bonus find--twelve overcooked hot dogs in the trash can behind a restaurant. Picking up right where last week's post left off:
"She tucked the hotdogs—all twelve of them, into a scavenged shopping bag and put them in her backpack. Her stomach growled, but there would be a better place than this to eat them. In this world—the world of the homeless and the desperately hungry, a food squabble might not get anyone killed. But too often, someone ended up bleeding and bruised.
An hour later, in her home—the third floor office of the dilapidated factory, she sat on the sill of the open window watching the river laze by. Somewhere upstream, a train whistled, shattering her darkening world with a sound so lonesome she thought of the dead bell in the Catholic Church at Somerset. Moments later, the powerful diesel engines roared past, shaking her where she perched."
I know...seven sentences :-) But, it maintained continuity.
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