Writing Prompt
by Fordy, Marie
This started with a writing prompt of the first sentence. It never really went anywhere, and never generated a lot participation ...
She SO did not want to be here, especially when . . .
... he was here too, watching her from across the room. And the asshole had the nerve to give her that self-satisfying smug look. Randy knew his presence at the wedding would bother his ex-girlfriend, Amanda, but he had to see her one more time.
by Fordy, Marie
This started with a writing prompt of the first sentence. It never really went anywhere, and never generated a lot participation ...
She SO did not want to be here, especially when . . .
... he was here too, watching her from across the room. And the asshole had the nerve to give her that self-satisfying smug look. Randy knew his presence at the wedding would bother his ex-girlfriend, Amanda, but he had to see her one more time.
Things had ended so badly between them, he needed her to understand. It wasn't his fault. He would make her understand one way or another.
Amanda turned to Mike, who had been sitting beside her oblivious to the turmoil raging inside of her. "Mike, I hate to impose, but could you ..."
" ... just stay with me. Randy's over there, and did you see that look he gave me? And he's got something under his coat ..."
Randy glanced in Amanda's direction and saw her discussing something serious with Mike. What was he thinking coming here? He knew it was hopeless, but he felt he had no choice.
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