When he dressed in the steel gray morning, Max thought he would be sitting at his desk working on his climate change models. A black Beatles t-shirt with his oldest, thinest jeans was perfect. The sound of tires splashing through puddles on Dupont Circle prompted him to kick the sandals from his feet in favor…
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This is from a writing website called The Red Dress Club, which links up writers’ blogs, and provides a weekly writing prompt. This week’s prompt was to write a piece in which a character was told a joke and the character cried. The post had to be max. 600 characters. I clutch her photo in…
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