Every morning she sweeps the steps, clearing the ash settled overnight. Carefully. Completely. No ash rests on her doorstep. No guilt.
“This place is far better without those people!” they exclaim. She nods along, but outside her door she shakes her jacket, dusts her skirt. No ash coats her floor.
“The property prices are going up,” they say. She says it too, but every evening she shutters her windows. No ash dusts her curtains.
“It’s…just the soldier’s campfires, that’s all…” they mutter. But she wonders…and every night she washes her hair.
No ash on her pillow.
Genre: Realistic Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
I’m…I’m aiming for something specific here, so I’m not going to talk about my thought process at all – I want to see if I actually hit the target. Keen to get critical review of this, so if it’s weak in any areas, or you think it misses something, feel free to leave a comment.
Oh yeah, I guess this means I’m back! Whew. I think I really needed a break from blogging, from creating for a while. I didn’t write a thing there for a while, but the recent book reviews have sparked a bit of the writing bug again, so I hope this means I’m ready to get back into it. Let’s see 🙂