Writing My Life

Now and Then

… 50-words to tell a contemporary story … Booked Up …

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My head banged down on the table. (Should have used my fist.)

“We’ll die minutes after we can afford to go,” I said. “-  happens all the time.”

His sympathetic smile patted my hand.

Losing myself in books can only take me so far. Time to see what “they’re” writing about!

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Author: rbs

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