runHe turned to her, suddenly. “So you . . .?”

“Yes.” Softly. She couldn’t meet his eyes.

“So then . . .?”


“But how . . .?”

“Yes . . . I mean . . .” Her gaze faltered. She looked up.

“It wasn’t me, Drake.”

“Wasn’t you? But you just . . .”

Cecilia pointed to a woman — her mirror image — out the window, and ran.

I was searching for inspiration last night, and nothing came. And so I thought, Why not try something different? My favorite blogger Vincent used to publish fifty-word stories all the time. Could I? The above isn’t much of a story. It’s more of an intro. But when I reread it this morning, I decided, Eh? Why not?

Note: As a follow-up to my last post, you may have noticed I’m trying out a new theme. Nothing is permanent. This one needs work. But that’s why things shift, yes?

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      • Well…I must report that sadly you will no longer see that I replied to your posts at 3 a.m. I received a promotion and I am working at a resort beachside. So not only will I be working in the day like a normal human but I can now surf after work.

        Took a long time but things seem to be a changing!

        Have a good weekend!

  1. So much mystery in this one. A story that could take on so many different angles…and places. And time. Hope you are well, Jess, and back to writing. Missed your words 😊

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