and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As
if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as
easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue.
There had to be an easier way, but if there was, she hadn’t
discovered it. So Brid kept notes. A little black book filled not
with names and seven digits, but with the passage of time.
One month bled easily into the next, each day's observations
dutifully recorded in neat, tight script; pretty word bouquets to
share with the baby.
David disapproved, of course. “There's not going to be a baby,
Despite the storm, she fled the apartment; hailed a cab; slid into
“How's it goin'?” The driver asked.
She offered him her withered heart. “Terrible.”
He nodded, switched on the windshield wipers.
And she realized,
as she blotted her tears, that souls cannot be conjured, at least not
headed?” He said.
“I'm not really sure.”
* * *
Here's what we had to do...
Upon publication of this post, the challenge is officially open. We will give you a prompt, and we ask that Team Member A continue this story with an additional 33-100 words of his/her own. Team Member A needs to publish those 33-100 words in a post on his/her own blog and submit the link on the linkz on this page.
The baton then passes to Team Member B. Team Member B must write an additional 33-100 words, continuing the story that Trifecta started and Team Member A continued. After publishing his/her post, Team Member B must travel over to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge to submit the link to the post on the linky form on Velvet Verbosity's site. That linky form will go live halfway through this challenge--41 hours after the challenge opens (Wednesday, 2 am Eastern).
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