“If yer want my opinion,” says Bill. He looks up at Alana, with his runtish face twisted into an intense expression.
“Frankly Bill, I don’t,” Alana interjects before he can launch into one of his tirades about the subject at hand, one of his favourites—why elves would be better employed getting some time in—and monopolise the conversation with tired but well-practised jeu de mots and superficially plausible conclusions that pay scant regard to any logical rigour.
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Low lighting and heavy drapes held the evening at bay. Valerie Trent sat across from her new client, Anita Wallace, who was devoid of makeup, her hair chopped short, her shoulders hunched.
”Anita can you tell me why you are here?”
“My husband died six months and five days ago and I keep thinking I killed him”
”Did you?”
Her eyes filled with anguish. ” I don’t know, he tripped over my foot as I scrambled away from him and he went over the cliff to his death.”
Continue readingHOMEWORK for deadline Thursday midnight, 23.01.25.
TASK: ‘Returning’. Write 500 words or fewer about ‘Returning’. Your story title isn’t included in the 500 words.
Homework to be in by midnight, Thursday 23rd January 2025.
Meeting at 1.30pm, Sunday 26.01.25, Discovery Room, 1st floor, Central library. Finish at 3.30pm.