“Can’t you just say, ‘the end?’ one of the pharmacists I work with asked. The man’s idea of ‘writing’ is a doctor’s illegible scribbles onto a pad, so I value his opinion not at all. Still, I did need to wrap this up and try to keep at my daily installments of creative writing.
I’d only the vision of Fausta walking the evil woman out the door. Until I started typing that out just after dinner, only then did the rest of the scene unfold into my mind. I hope everyone enjoyed this micro-story!
I wonder where we’re off too, tomorrow!