Hey, writer-type folks. Every Friday we do a fun free-write.
You can write whatever you want in the comments section on this blog post. You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
Have a good weekend!
She was not made of electricity, but it sure seemed that way - she almost glowed, sparked your knee when it touched accidentally. These were magnolia days. Days of 'kick the can' and closeted cigarettes. These were BB gun, late night, sleepover days.
You didn't know what to do about the electricity. The charge. You had some vague forewarning that shit was about to really change. And you were right. Your basketball game stopped improving at that same moment. You stopped playing kick the can with the same intensity. Your thoughts were now tied to that electric kite string, apocryphal or not, and how it would drag you forward.
You had a healthy fear of electricity.
Thanks for stopping by. Hope you dropped a ... your two minutes. Write forth!