Good Wednesday, my Readers! ‘Tis that time of the week where we get our lovely email from the even lovlier Rochelle, where, once we’ve read hers (well in MY case, anyway), we take our copy of the photo she chose – quite the one from Sandra Crook this week! – add it to our own blog and try to come up with something no one else thought of; something original; something outside of the box… you get the picture. Hyuck, hyuck, hyuck!
Anyway, ’nuff foolin’ around. If y’all wanna play, click on the cute blue frog and add your link… Just remember. MAX 100 words, not counting the title…
Word count: Was gonna do 87, bulked it up to 100 (hope it wasn’t overkill)
Damaged But Still Standing
The woman sat at the window seat of the more than run-down diner, one of only three customers who had braved entering the premises. She marvelled that the bloody thing was still standing, never mind open to the public. Wondered how it could be possible. And how could it be open to the public? And how could anyone even work there? How could a building with holes going right through it, cracked all over and falling apart not only stand and survive, but actually function?
She looked out the grimy window, her vision blurred. Actually, she could more than understand.