Bet shambled along, one flip flop ahead of the other till she reached the door, number seventeen. Another low point, again. 
She couldn’t seem to catch, or give herself, a break. The dim interior, after shutting the door, fit her mood, light peering in thru the crack in the blackouts, that was it, filtered gloom. He had left her in an awful state, his sudden departure, her only joy now was popping the tab on the can in the bag from the mini-mart. Tomorrow, Bet would dress and try to get her life back. But that’s tomorrow, this is today.
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The New, Unofficial, On-Line Writer’s Guild
This week’s prompts are:
- ambidextrous
- a cheap motel
- John’s long gone
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!
I love how unofficial this Guild is, a product of my old friend TRK, who can never pass a prompt without writing. I wrote 100 to this one today, and in less than 25 minutes, which was suggested.
So Sad
Yes, so true for many I think. Thanks MM, not my usual fare.
Yeah, you always gotta get thru today. Tomorrow’s another thing altogether.
Thanks, Ted glad you dropped by.
Glad I did too. Just revisited this story and realized I had not followed The Guild.
Well get on it, brother. Get on it. We have some fun here now. It’ll be even more fun with you involved.
For sure… I never check the reader, but will try to remember, I like your format.
Some days are like that. Take the present let it flow and move on.
I like your take. 🙂
There’s a lesson, and a mystery and even a hope that Pandora’s Box let’s out some more hope tomorrow.
So true, always hope. Thanks, Jules.
Love the mood you created here, Ted!
Thank you, Kate.