(With thanks to Cindy “Chiubooka”’s clever and inspiring posts)
Wednesday wakes to phlegm, inside and out. Head skipping around like the most ADHD kid in town. Reads clocks wrong, cues up PowerPoint version B when we are on Z. Or it feels that way.
Outside Wednesday sees mud, inside sludge. Wednesday’s heart is already leaving the task at hand and flying to a friend when, Wednesday gets more bad news. Another one dead. No more time to say how much they meant.
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You capture so much through the POV of Wednesday. The image matches the tone so well, too.
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That first line! I enjoyed this slice, so vivid and alive.
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My heart goes out to Wednesday. Condolences to friends lost and may Wednesday feel better soon.
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Reading your post and Cindy’s post creates a wonderful, visual set of bookends. I am so sorry this dark, dreary Wednesday brought such sad news. My thoughts are with you.
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Yes, Wednesday had to suffer another awful day, you capture the gloom and despair just perfectly.
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