Picking out a couple of sentences from this week was rough. All week I felt like I was running uphill, and looking back, I think my writing reflects my exhaustion. But while I’m less happy with this week’s sentences, I’m determined to share anyway!
Paused in the middle of the room, tears streaming cleanly down her cheeks in two trails, mascara perfect and unmarred, but eyes and nose reddened by emotion, Victoria released two handfuls of white fabric into the air. It caught the drafts in the air created by the heat of a low burning fire in the fireplace and floated upward before drifting down to the floor like a feather.