Barn's empty now. The cows chew their cud, sure, and the 'orses stamp, but there's no life there. E'en when I enter, I can feel their eyes - unforgivin'. Indian Summer gives every peel in the paint a shadow a mile long. Even the flowers by the window've dried up. They're pale, washed out. Don' understand how all the color left... I go 'bout my business but nothin's the same - it's just lonely eyes starin' and me all et up inside. All et up.. Ain't nothin' the same..
This month I am participating in the April A-Z Challenge! My theme for the month is ‘character development.’ Some days will be exercises from John Gardner’s The Art of Fiction, others will be profiles of characters from my book Armageddon: Pick Your Plot, and some will just be random characters I make up. I hope you enjoy!