Saturday, February 19, 2011
A Writing Exercise After Reading Indigo's "Shattered Prose" About Dark
A dark night in my life: My husband had died recently, I hadn't been out of the house alone. A friend insisted I meet her to play bingo. After much prodding I agreed to meet her. Of course I didn't win at bingo so my purse was almost empty of money. As I drove into my drive-way I didn't see any thing unusual. I stepped from the car, unlocked the garage and turned to---- a man stepped from the dark walking toward me. I froze in my steps, I couldn't scream or move. I thought he was coming for me. When he saw my purse on the passenger seat he ran for it. He ran for the next street over to never be seen again. Think of the information you have in your purse or bag. Record it all as you never know when the dark of night will become darker then you imagined.