Prompt for September
16, 2015: They found his diary under his bed
It was already
the kind of day that life hands you a filter. The kind of day that everything
looks and seems different somehow. The kind of day you know that for the rest
of your life, you will associate this weather, this smell, this spot with the
moment you are living now.
Angie sends a
text. “They found his diary under his
bed.” It says.
Now, I can feel
my heart beating in my chest. I’m sweating and my hands are ice cold. I can’t
warm them up. My breathing comes raggedly and I think I might throw up.
Here are the others!
Jaclyn Weist http://jaclynweist.blogspot.com
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