Trifecta’s weekend Trifextra challenge wants 33 more words to follow the initial 33 words they are giving us. Their 33 words are in italic; my 33 words are evil:
The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
Her fingertips brushing the pile of coke into a rough line, the little comic strip girl, all grown now, ignored the sunbeam she used to love. Her next “date” knocked on her door.
(with apologies to “Hi and Lois” and anyone who likes sweetness and sunbeams; I actually like the ones where the little toddler girl talks to the sunbeam, but I just can’t help myself)