Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Seven six-word memoirs as I charge/sleepwalk through the last 8,000 words of NaNoWriMo

She said, "Small or medium?" C'mon.

Ghost left, but the dream didn't.

Dancing with socks on slippery surfaces.

My mouth is on the phone.

Pink tomboy from down the circle.

He saw you, but didn't speak.

Can it be louder? This works.

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