Crumpled paper littered the floor; she decided it was time for an intervention.
“Anita! Come to your room immediately!”
“Can it wait? I’m heading out to take some pictures. The light is just right.”
“Alright, go on. But clean up this mess in your room once you get back!”
She sighed. Was it her fault? All the books she fed her as a child, and all the “of course darling” to her “Mom, will I also write such stories?”
There was a problem with dreams; they died, leaving emptiness behind. Who knew it better than her?
This is my first entry for Voice Week 2014.
Voice week is a writing challenge hosted by Stephanie of Bekindrewrite to experiment with different voices.
I’m not sure if I understand voices, I will try to write five different perspectives. There will be 5 installments coming, one each day, from Sep 22nd to Sep 27th.