tragedy in white
definite first 75 words of an original fic:
When I was twelve, I was the smallest girl in my class, thin as a broom handle and unexpectedly outspoken. By contrast, Blanca Vasquez was timid, sweetly plump and long legged, on the verge of fifteen. Only I could have predicted her death.
I couldn’t really predict the future, of course. I learned tarot card reading from the soap operas I watched on our black and white dial television, star struck and drowning in drama.
When I was twelve, I was the smallest girl in my class, thin as a broom handle and unexpectedly outspoken. By contrast, Blanca Vasquez was timid, sweetly plump and long legged, on the verge of fifteen. Only I could have predicted her death.
I couldn’t really predict the future, of course. I learned tarot card reading from the soap operas I watched on our black and white dial television, star struck and drowning in drama.