He
left the rifle and his umbrage and found his parked car. The mother’s gentle
traits had slowed his clanking mind. Relief wrapped him like a blanket. The urgent
needles of panic hidden.
I’m
linking up with the Trifextra Challenge. We were shown page 33 of Elizabeth
Strout's Olive Kitteridge and
were asked to take thirty-three words to create something. I thought it would
be fun to follow the mysterious man on the train from this week’s piece
Exhausting Kindness.
lol Trading rifle and umbrage for a parked car! Love the clanking mind, too. Nice piece.
ReplyDeleteI liked it...but then again, I like most of what you write.
ReplyDeleteI really like the word umbrage and you used it so well here.
I have some reading to do over here..I'll be hanging out for a while, okay?
:)
This is really good. A great story from the prompt.
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