I know what I wanted this weeks Friday Fictioneer piece to read like, but no matter how much I begged, wept, and threatened, the words simply refused to do my bidding. Reminds me of a few horses I know. This is the 104 words I settled on.
“You’re insane.” Jason tugs on the brim of his battered John Deere ballcap. He grimaces at the old wine rack and the few cob-web coated bottles of wine it holds. “No one in their right mind would spend any more time in here than absolutely necessary.”
“Once it’s fixed up, it will be the perfect place to write, though it’s a bit cramped.” Electricity races the length of my arm and my stomach flips nervously as I tap my fingers against the mildewey brick wall that’s been calling to me since I entered the room.
“I need to see what’s behind this wall.”
This week's Friday Fictioneer prompt was originally posted on Madison Wood's blog.
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