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!
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
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The fat family trundled down the sidewalk, hoodies up against the cold drizzle, phones out and texting. They shuffled or waddled or stopped to holler, depending on his or her way. The large-headed dog strained on the end of his rope and chain, choking himself and earning a holler from one of the hoodies. One of the smaller waddlers got too far ahead and elicited another holler, slightly harsher than that used on the dog, "You asshole! Get back here! Forchrisssake."
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