In 150 words …
Working off of an opening sentence of, let’s say, leave the room quietly, let’s try to create something meaningful that’s exactly 150 words in length (not counting these words. Duh.).
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“Leave the room quietly.” Maddie, my sister, held a finger to her lips. Her legs were crossed and her heels were propped on the corner of Dad’s medical cart.
“Do you want cream and sugar?” I mouthed the words.
She shrugged. “Just hurry back,” her silent lips said. “I don’t want to be alone with him.”
“Don’t worry,” I mouthed. I put my palms together, as if in prayer, then pressed them against my cheek. “He’s out cold.”
Maddie gave me the look, so I left.
I came back to learn that Dad never opened his eyes again.
“His last word was Maddie,” she said. “He asked for me.”
“That’s sweet,” I said. “Here’s your coffee.”
“No it isn’t.”
“Did you answer him?”
“I did.” She cried. “I told him Maddie was dead.”
I sipped my black coffee.
“Leave the room quietly.”
I gave her a look, and she left.
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Tomorrow, let’s take the same opening line, and do something completely different with it!
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