Monday, November 25, 2013

Day 25. NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo

She had never done a complete form before.  Usually she would do a half or a quarter—some shade or shimmer that only a few people would see from a certain angle.  That alone was exhausting.  Keeping everything together in order.  She imagined that was what it felt like when Joan held in her stomach all night on a date.  Except this wasn’t her stomach.  This was her whole body.

He got out of his car and slammed the door.  The vibration traveled through the ground and made her uneasy.  She hated the quick, jerky movements that seemed to dominate the solid world.  It just seemed so jarring.  She decided to use that annoyance as her anchor.  She focused on the feeling, pressing her mind against it.  Layering one thought after another until brown masses started to appear below her.  Oxfords.  New.  The calves would be a trouble.  Was he a runner?  Perhaps it didn’t matter.  What were the odds his pants would hang differently.  She made a hasty decision to go with an average muscle tone because she was afraid if she hesitated too long she would lose her focus and spill onto the pavement.  That would be humiliating.

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