Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Timed Writing: 2/19/2012
Time: 5 minutes
Source Photo: Window Seat by Lou Peeples
When I was last in this room, the ceiling was not a pile of rubble on the floor. The grids through which light entered held panes of glass then. There were more than two desks set up on the hardwood floor, and I would have had no idea of the shapes or girths of the beams that supported the floor of the room above. I was a human child then, and so were those who occupied the other desks. That was before anyone knew of the non-humans, and when post-humans were nothing but a fantasy of the would-be visionaries.
(about my timed writing exercises)
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