This blog shares some of the works of fiction created by the fine members of Mid-Michigan Prose and Writing group, especially the writing we do when we meet up together. Hope they inspire and entertain you as they have us. Enjoy!
Friday, January 17, 2014
Blip
He walked into class late. Quietly he found his seat. The teacher did not have anything to say about that. In fact, she stopped talking altogether. The students, respectively, ceased learning. Despite his best intentions, he was quite embarrassed. After school, he walked home. His house was a straight line from the school. He needed to walk home. School was over. He walked a straight line home from school. Once he was home, he felt a blip. I don't know how else to say it. It was a blip. He walked into class late. Quietly, he found his seat.
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