This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge is to take a beautiful piece of writing and “move it along” with our own 33 words. Well, OK, but it isn’t going to stay as pretty I’m afraid!
The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
Suddenly three burly men thundered in.”We’ve come for the last strains of sunlight — F. Scott Fitzgerald is having a literary emergency!” And they began prying sunlight’s fingers from all available points of refraction.
Until next time . . . I love you