Fill- Challenge 226 (DW)
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tenminutesaday First, I really like this idea. So here's my attempt for Rose.
1. "What's goin' on in there?" called a voice, soon followed by the sound of knocking. Opening the door just a crack, I saw the face of a young woman. Clad simply in denims and a Union Jack shirt and with shoulder-length blonde hair, she couldn't have been much older than twenty. Noting the look of concern on her face (and the mist of tears on her cheeks), I quickly gestured towards a chair for her to sit down. Handing her a Kleenex as her tears continued to flow like a waterfall, I gave her hand a small squeeze of reassurance before explaining the situation. However, it didn't seem to help any , only resulting in her expression going from concerned to more than a little envious.
2. "What's goin' on in there?" chirped a voice, seemingly from nowhere. And then there came the pounding on the door. Excusing myself for one moment, I got up and opened the doorway a little to be greeted by a young blonde woman. She looked the complete opposite of professional- wearing jeans and a T-shirt and her hair a mess. I caught her expression as she stepped into the room , having more than a little suspicion the deluge of tears she was shedding were Crocodile tears. If only to alleviate her crying and sour look, I tossed her a Kleenex and tried to calmly explain everything . But she was having absolutely none of this.
1. "What's goin' on in there?" called a voice, soon followed by the sound of knocking. Opening the door just a crack, I saw the face of a young woman. Clad simply in denims and a Union Jack shirt and with shoulder-length blonde hair, she couldn't have been much older than twenty. Noting the look of concern on her face (and the mist of tears on her cheeks), I quickly gestured towards a chair for her to sit down. Handing her a Kleenex as her tears continued to flow like a waterfall, I gave her hand a small squeeze of reassurance before explaining the situation. However, it didn't seem to help any , only resulting in her expression going from concerned to more than a little envious.
2. "What's goin' on in there?" chirped a voice, seemingly from nowhere. And then there came the pounding on the door. Excusing myself for one moment, I got up and opened the doorway a little to be greeted by a young blonde woman. She looked the complete opposite of professional- wearing jeans and a T-shirt and her hair a mess. I caught her expression as she stepped into the room , having more than a little suspicion the deluge of tears she was shedding were Crocodile tears. If only to alleviate her crying and sour look, I tossed her a Kleenex and tried to calmly explain everything . But she was having absolutely none of this.
