From the 99 word flash fiction challenge from Carrot Ranch.
Everyday for fifty-two years she went for a morning walk. No matter the season or the weather. Three miles. First alone, then with her partner, now alone again.
She loved all the weather she encountered, it made her feel alive. This morning a soft gray sea mist spilled over onto the beach, curling her white hair.
She tried not to play favorites, enjoying what each day gave her but secretly she liked the fog the best. Maybe because it was the rarest. Maybe because it softened the day. Or maybe because it obscured the fact that she was alone.
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Well written! 🙂
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Thank you!
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These 99 words reveal a lot about this character.
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It’s taken awhile but I think I am getting the hang of the 99 words finally.
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Love this idea — “She tried not to play favorites, enjoying what each day gave her…”
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Gives me pause…
Makes me think…
Allows me to smile.
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