Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Thursday, January 15, 2015
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Jane stumbled into his arms at a business party and didn't see him again for five years. The party was a stereotypical office holiday gathering. The bosses wore their suits and generally stood together looking important and drinking steadily. The bosses' wives stood in their own cluster, wondering who their husbands were sleeping with. The secretaries dragged their awkward boyfriends or husbands, introducing them while hanging hard on to their arms. A few oddballs hung around the edges, like Jim from the mail room; Dave, Jordan and the other Dave from IT; and Jane, the temp.
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