Writing Prompt Excercise — 100 Words

It was late, but the sun was only just setting. Night here, in summer at least, gave half their time to the end of the day. She lay in the field waiting for the emergence of the stars.

Tomorrow, she’d be heading home. A few days later, her grandmother would be selling the farm. This was the last time she would ever lie in this field.

It was just a place, but she felt like a piece of her had been sold with it. A little piece that would always run free, and end the day by greeting the stars.

Prompt from A Writer’s Book of Days by Judy Reeves



by | Aug 5, 2007

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