You have two choices for your Monday Motivations this week – a story opening or a sentence for the middle of your story.
I didn’t think looking down upon oneself when dead would be quite like this.
Arms reached out. Eyes large and lifeless sought hers. She screamed.
Last week I gave you two choices for your Monday Motivations – a story beginning and an ending.
Here was the beginning:
George was going to die.
Now the ending:
As I drove away I let the tears come, wondering if I would ever come home again.
Thank you to Geoff Le Pard who send in his story leading up to the ending:
We moved many times, always living over the shop. In good times, Dad helped in a bakery, once a toy shop. In not so good times, it was a pawnbrokers with poor families desperate, or a gunsmith who sold ‘second hand’ firearms to the local no goods. I didn’t really know what I wanted to do except to get away from ‘the shop’. Getting a place at University became the focus, as much as earning enough money sweeping floors to buy my own car. The day came when I packed and said goodbye. Everyone else was sad, of course, but I was just glad to face the road ahead. For one thing never again would I live over an onion peeling shop. As I drove away I let the tears come, wondering if I would ever come home again.