This packet was difficult. I did not feel inspired. Too many personal issues got in the way...and near the due date was when my cat got loose, got into a fight with the neighbor, police came, Laney cried, softball practice didn't go well, and I had to due online tutoring. Bad day. Bad timing. So, I just hope I got some good stuff out of this packet...but I don't expect too much to be salvaged. Here is one piece:
She had pasted a smile on her face. They knew it was fake, the residue of the paste showing at the corners of her lips. It scared them to be so close to her emotional death, so they didn’t come back. And she didn’t care.
And here is another one...since I did not keep up with the blog as I was writing:
He would never presume the opportunity to cross the instructor-student boundary, so he never dared talk to her, but he always stared. And then he took the image home with him. It felt
like an intrusion. A snapshot stolen from someone else’s photo album. A painting taken from someone else’s wall. But, he took the image anyway. And now the image was flesh, right in front of him, within reach. He imagined touching it. He imagined that it felt soft.
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