Fill: Challenge #363
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tenminutesadayI'm really not going to write anything unless I sit down and do it, so I did it. I did ten minutes on a WIP that's been sitting open on my computer for the last few months. It did require me to read through a bit of what I'd already done, so I didn't get more than a couple of paragraphs of new words down.
And sorry, it's not going to make a lick of sense to anyone. :P
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“Well.” She popped both hands against the steering wheel. “Be that as it may, I’ve got to be getting home.” Throwing the gearshift into reverse, she checked the rear-view mirror, pulled her foot from the brake, then switched the gears, pulled the car up to the house, shut it down, and hopped out with her handbag.
She gaped for a moment at the toes of her shoes, then shook her head. “I’m out. Might as well, well, I don’t know. I guess I should check up. That’s my job,” she murmured, firmly ignoring the voice reminding her that she’d never checked up on a sale before this. Nudging the car door closed with her hip, she left it unlocked. Somehow she knew that no danger threatened here.
The well-kept lawn, edged with flowering bushes and shaded by tall trees, hadn’t changed much in the short time since the sale - three months at the outside, it’d been - and the large house appeared exactly, but certainly the photos hadn’t done the place justice. In person, it fairly shone with peace. And happiness. That’s what he’d said. That the house looked happy.
And sorry, it's not going to make a lick of sense to anyone. :P
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“Well.” She popped both hands against the steering wheel. “Be that as it may, I’ve got to be getting home.” Throwing the gearshift into reverse, she checked the rear-view mirror, pulled her foot from the brake, then switched the gears, pulled the car up to the house, shut it down, and hopped out with her handbag.
She gaped for a moment at the toes of her shoes, then shook her head. “I’m out. Might as well, well, I don’t know. I guess I should check up. That’s my job,” she murmured, firmly ignoring the voice reminding her that she’d never checked up on a sale before this. Nudging the car door closed with her hip, she left it unlocked. Somehow she knew that no danger threatened here.
The well-kept lawn, edged with flowering bushes and shaded by tall trees, hadn’t changed much in the short time since the sale - three months at the outside, it’d been - and the large house appeared exactly, but certainly the photos hadn’t done the place justice. In person, it fairly shone with peace. And happiness. That’s what he’d said. That the house looked happy.
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Date: 2024-06-25 12:53 am (UTC)