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[daily_prompt] every time you go away
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deniabilities[Prompt: Starting over.]
[ au version of this ]
Brad drives Janet to the airport the following morning. He could say that he's just being polite and making sure she gets home okay, but that wouldn't be the full truth. The entire story is that he wants those extra minutes to talk to her about what they just went through—and what he knows is waiting for her when she gets back to Washington. Things tend to look different the next day.
"You're going to be okay, Janet," he assures her as he throws the BMW into park. "I know it's frightening walking across that bridge. I've been there. But remember what you've got on the other side."
"I know." Janet looks at her hands, her thoughts going first and foremost to Michael. The relief she'd heard in his voice when they'd spoken yesterday afternoon. "I bailed on him because I was too scared."
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[3876 words]
[ au version of this ]
Brad drives Janet to the airport the following morning. He could say that he's just being polite and making sure she gets home okay, but that wouldn't be the full truth. The entire story is that he wants those extra minutes to talk to her about what they just went through—and what he knows is waiting for her when she gets back to Washington. Things tend to look different the next day.
"You're going to be okay, Janet," he assures her as he throws the BMW into park. "I know it's frightening walking across that bridge. I've been there. But remember what you've got on the other side."
"I know." Janet looks at her hands, her thoughts going first and foremost to Michael. The relief she'd heard in his voice when they'd spoken yesterday afternoon. "I bailed on him because I was too scared."
( cut for length )
[3876 words]
and I am the arrow. (open)
Oct. 13th, 2025 04:15 pmhigginbottomEsther has been hard at work on her novel--writing, more writing, revising, more revising. It's gotten to the point where she feels good about it, and wants to set it aside for a moment. Let it breathe, any editor would tell her, she thinks, and so she does, putting the manuscript aside and enjoying the nice weather.
Currently, she's out on the front lawn, picking flowers for a bouquet she wants to make--not for anyone in particular, just something to do for fun that's not writing and overanalyzing said writing.
She is more than happy to be interrupted.
Currently, she's out on the front lawn, picking flowers for a bouquet she wants to make--not for anyone in particular, just something to do for fun that's not writing and overanalyzing said writing.
She is more than happy to be interrupted.