Before I write my sentence, I should recognize that despite the tumult of life lately, this blog has kept me connected to writing, and to fiction, in a real and gratifying way.
Even better, this latest iteration, the 4th round of my 50 words per letter exercise, is holding some of my "I'll never write again" fears at bay. Every day it pulls my mind back toward Muriel and Dewey and Chigger, and now their new counterparts Sloane and... well, I don't know if either Warren or Cole will survive.
Today's list, then, could be a number of things:
Muriel listed the ingredients slowly, watching the boys and girls eyes widen and waiting for the giggling to start.
Dewey kept a list in his pocket, of all the things he'd now never be able to do.
Sloane knew the list by heart: bachelor's degree, medical school, residency, intern.
And who else?
Warren listed all the ways he'd failed.
OK, ok, I skipped Friday. But 4 sentences on a Saturday is a pretty good deal.
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