Creative Writing: A Sunday
Beginning of paper
The leaving was easier than she thought.
All those nights practising it in her head. Just wanted to look at the
gardens, so pretty in the spring. Just wanted to see the gardens. Except in
the end nobody asked. She simply put on the good blue dress, combed her
hair and walked down the corridors, tak ....
Middle of paper
.... you'll get a chill. Time to go
inside, girls.
ÐFunny that. Being called girl. Naughty naughty girls wetting themselves
and pinching. Quiet good girls slumped in the seats in the garden with
their mouths open. Waiting for it. Drinking in death.
Her voice shakes when she asks for two sections. She wants it far too much.
Practised that too in her head over and over in the nights. Listening to
them in the corridors. If Mary shits herself again tonight she can sleep in
it. Listening to the crie ....
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Word count: 2335
Page count: 9 (approximately 250 words per page)
