Fifty

I saw her rushing toward me, her hair a windblown mess. Obviously late, she trips over her own feet and giggles as she glances around to make sure no one noticed. I smile, pretending to read my magazine. There is something beautiful about a person that can laugh at herself.

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That was my short story – fifty words worth of story to be exact. I’ve always struggled with creative writing, so when I saw the new Weekly Writing Challenge this morning, I thought, “hey, even I can write fifty words!” I don’t think I’m horrible at creative writing, but I am very self conscious of everything I write. Maybe sharing such a small amount at a time will help me loosen up and share more often.

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