Great story Ellen.
The prompt for ‘A Scribble Of Writers’ is the picture below. The picture belongs to Margaret press tohereto ask for use of the picture or to join in with the scribblers.
City life is fast and furious, not a soul knows your name once you’re out of context. Heads down watching feet, wrapped up on a dark street. Christmas is only Christmas until midnight, then it loses its glow. Sales hit the high street stores and only a few twinkling lights remain, as the remnants of the day disappear.
”This year will be different” I said, pulling the collar up on my red Christmas coat, I stand tall, I feel like a super hero wearing this. I march down the main street, buildings in shadow, frost in the air, me on my toes. I trail plumes of white from both nose and nostrils; a determined stride soon warms…
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