The challenge over Christmas was to write 50 words and then complete someone else’s 50 words by adding a next part.
I chose this entry:
This is very much my style of writing and felt comfortable for me. However, I think I’ll try a couple more before the end of the week.
‘The other cards tumbled to the floor like the snow outside the door. She tilted sideways against the wall for support. The grandfather clock drummed out the seconds, sapping holiday joy from the fairy lights, leeching colour from the tinsel, silencing radio carols. She stroked the words with her thumb.’
Her mind was in complete turmoil. Months ago, she would have given anything to receive this – confirmation that he was safe and well somewhere. Now, having been through the storm and emerged with new hope and a new man, she felt sick to the core, not knowing what to do.