Monday, October 11, 2010
It's Microfiction Monday
Forty-eight years of "settling." Enough! No plans. No destination. No regrets. Ruth was 18 again, her whole life ahead, full of possibilities...
Tired of her bald, paunchy, liver-spotted husband, Ruth was headed to see "those dancers...Chip and Dale, I think they're called."
Try your hand at one. Only 140 characters (I learned spaces and punctuation count), so it's fast. It's all because of Susan at Stony River. (Thanks, Susan!)