nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision
more so than discussion.
disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window
behind him. Her opinion cost a beating.
about doesn’t finish chores.”
dancing,” she told Ellen.
Ellen’s courage. She feared for her
life. While he watched, she punched
This was written in response to this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. This week, we were given the first thirty-three words of a story, which we were to continue in exactly thirty-three years.