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June 27 - July 5
Prompts via Summersgate:
She woke and attended to her morning needs. Indelicately, she thought, "Take crap, check, brush teeth to prevent Alzheimer's, check, wash face, check, sunblock because i'm getting old fast enough as it is, check." Almost as an afterthought she took her vitamin as she walked into the living area of her small apartment. As the kettle came to a boil, she filled her travel teapot's basket with her favorite blend for summer, a nice robust black tea with grapefruit peel and juniper berries. A thought of gin, first thing in the morning. She added the tea to the basket she'd set out the night before, making sure it had her notebook and pen and then reached for her dog's harness.
With only the slightest clink of hook against buckle sounding in the quiet apartment, Miss Bee's claws tapped on the floor as she walked as briskly as a basset can manage to join Sybil at the door. They stepped out into the dim landing together, Sybil muttering a string of words that weren't swear words as she forgot the basket, and then alighting into full profanity as she made a second trip inside as she had forgotten her key.
Miss Bee strained at the leash, impatient to ascend to the grimy light at the top of the stair. They stepped out into the summer morning on the rooftop deck, a rickety addition to the old row house. As Sybil averted her gaze from Miss Bee's business, she noted the stub of the candle in a chunky pottery holder in the center of a lace tablecloth. Brooke had forgotten to collect that last night -- but at least other items had made back down to their apartment.
The candle moved to the shelf beside the door, Sybil unpacked her basket onto the small cafe table and began to write, waiting for the smell of coffee to announce her lover joining her on the deck.
Prompts via Summersgate:
She woke and attended to her morning needs. Indelicately, she thought, "Take crap, check, brush teeth to prevent Alzheimer's, check, wash face, check, sunblock because i'm getting old fast enough as it is, check." Almost as an afterthought she took her vitamin as she walked into the living area of her small apartment. As the kettle came to a boil, she filled her travel teapot's basket with her favorite blend for summer, a nice robust black tea with grapefruit peel and juniper berries. A thought of gin, first thing in the morning. She added the tea to the basket she'd set out the night before, making sure it had her notebook and pen and then reached for her dog's harness.
With only the slightest clink of hook against buckle sounding in the quiet apartment, Miss Bee's claws tapped on the floor as she walked as briskly as a basset can manage to join Sybil at the door. They stepped out into the dim landing together, Sybil muttering a string of words that weren't swear words as she forgot the basket, and then alighting into full profanity as she made a second trip inside as she had forgotten her key.
Miss Bee strained at the leash, impatient to ascend to the grimy light at the top of the stair. They stepped out into the summer morning on the rooftop deck, a rickety addition to the old row house. As Sybil averted her gaze from Miss Bee's business, she noted the stub of the candle in a chunky pottery holder in the center of a lace tablecloth. Brooke had forgotten to collect that last night -- but at least other items had made back down to their apartment.
The candle moved to the shelf beside the door, Sybil unpacked her basket onto the small cafe table and began to write, waiting for the smell of coffee to announce her lover joining her on the deck.
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