Number 17

WIP fiction promised and not delivered on in this week's Friday Flurry.

Reasons why I shouldn’t write after a full day of delivering client workshops: late night editing fails.

Here’s a short snippet from a piece I wrote in workshop earlier this year. I took it out of this week’s Friday Flurry, because the segment on personal branding and performance ran longer than I expected.

But, I promised it in the introduction! So, here you are.

17 Clark Street, sporting a new fence and car-less front yard.

Number 17

“I’ll show you where everyfink is.”

She puffed away from the open door, so I picked up my backpack and followed her inside, my tentative footsteps trailing her noisy shuffle.