I am currently taking a class on short prose forms, and every week we have writing exercises to play around with. If I thought that writing publicly was scary, that was before I started having to post prose weekly. I feel rusty, and inept, and mostly afraid. Regardless, I am going to share bits and pieces here. This is a snippet from week 1:
“He’s gorgeous and charming, and seemed so perfect for you. I guess I just don’t understand why you left him,” Liz said, twirling a strand of hair around and around her slender pinkie.
Her nerves and thinly disguised disapproval were starting to wear on me. I had to resist the urge to petulantly tell Liz that she could have him if she thought he was so amazing. Instead, after a deep breath I started, “Well, he has a bit of a cruel streak sometimes, like a small child who slowly plucks the wings off of a bird…just to see. Except that he loves animals, so it’s only me he’s after.”