This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. This week I’ve shamelessly interpreted that as three sentences – three lines was just not enough!
Each evening she adds another word to the game, aged fingers curling around worn tiles, placing them with precision reminiscent of misplaced youth. The empty house echoes with memories of good-natured rivalry, of competition and quiet companionship now lost to eternity’s embrace. In the light of each morning she finds her opponent’s response: carefully arranged tiles in tangence to her own.
I apologize for my absence from the blog lately – the Easter holiday is a busy time for me. Unfortunately I’m not going to be on much during April either as I’m taking part in Camp Nanowrimo. Hopefully I’ll manage to get a few little posts (like this one) up but I probably won’t have much time for visiting blogs. I’m going to have a lot of catching up to do in May! I appreciate everyone who drops by so I’ll say a big ‘thank you’ now before I go and lose myself in my story, ‘Age of the Dragonlords’.
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Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s. Billy Wilder