Challenge Response: Nanofiction
The Last Time He Mocked Her Writing
She stood in the murky hallway; drops of water slapped into the bucket by the wall.
“It’s insulting and degrading,” she said, her hand on the doorknob.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” he objected half-heartedly.
“You never do,” she said and opened the door to the driving rain-a welcome taste of crystalline
She stood in the murky hallway; drops of water slapped into the bucket by the wall.
“It’s insulting and degrading,” she said, her hand on the doorknob.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” he objected half-heartedly.
“You never do,” she said and opened the door to the driving rain-a welcome taste of crystalline
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