Friday April 6th, 2018

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: boundaries.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Let's revisit something that never quite got its ending, though one day....

Boundaries
"Vermilion V?" Red was sounding somewhere between grumpy and amused, despite the continuing static over the radio connection. "If I do it copperplate I can probably make it into a decent tag, though... oh crap."
"What was that?" asked Emma.
"This dog park has no proper boundaries," said Red, "and I'm pretty sure I've just trodden in something that's going to leave a trail."

Marc said...

Greg - one day, dang it. One day.

Hah, thanks for bringing these two back. Always welcome in my books :)

Even if you've got Red stepping in dog poop...