Writing Prompt 026



It was cool. Not overly cold, and she didn’t shiver. Just pleasantly, delightfully cool. The air on her skin was such a delightful sensation that she almost didn’t want to wake up. But a light from above shone through her eyelids, compelling her to open them.

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Writing Prompt 025

brick home


Elizabeth felt the urge to peek over the brow of the hill, but she shook her head and turned back to her work. She wrung out one of her husband’s shirts, letting the dirty water fall into the tub before she gave it one last twist and dropped it into a basket that rested beside her feet in the grass.

She was acting like a spoiled child at Christmas, trying to take a peek at her presents before it was time. She glanced at the top of the hill once more, the logic in her head outweighing the longing of her heart.

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