100 Days of Fiction: Days 4 through 8

Though I am doing this project and some writing, I am officially on sabbatical so am not on the computer as much.  Here are days four through eight.

Day Four

‘Everyone began to scurry for cover, except Paula. She stolled and closed her eyes to savor the smell of cool rain on hot concrete. That one scent always felt comforting. It reminded her of her Grandmother. ” #The100DayProject #100DaysofFictionByDebra

A photo posted by Debra Smouse (@debrasmouse) on Apr 9, 2015 at 5:06pm PDT

Day Five

 

She didn’t have time today for a detour. Then again, wasn’t life all about traversing the detours? #The100DayProject #100DaysofFictionByDebra

A photo posted by Debra Smouse (@debrasmouse) on Apr 10, 2015 at 7:53pm PDT

Day Six

“Though cleaning with vinegar was in vogue these days, Paula didn’t love it. It always reminded her of childhood and dying Easter eggs with Paaz tablets.” #100DaysofFictionByDebra #The100DayProject

A photo posted by Debra Smouse (@debrasmouse) on Apr 11, 2015 at 6:49pm PDT

Day Seven

 

“No matter how long she was away from The Church, Paula always found the rhythm of the mass right away. It felt like slipping on a warm sweater on a chilly day. ” #100DaysofFictionByDebra #The100DayProject #soultending

A photo posted by Debra Smouse (@debrasmouse) on Apr 12, 2015 at 6:54pm PDT

Day Eight

“Some women had a thing for shoes. Not Paula. She loved new dishes and table linens. Now dishes, they held the promise of serving up love.” #100DaysofFictionByDebra #The100DayProject

A photo posted by Debra Smouse (@debrasmouse) on Apr 13, 2015 at 2:08pm PDT

And the Special Prompt Posted on Day 8:

 

Today is #Day8 of #The100DayProject @elleluna & @greatdiscontent posted a special #prompt asking for One Word to describe how I am feeling about #100DaysofFictionByDebra. My word: #reconnected A photo posted by Debra Smouse (@debrasmouse) on Apr 13, 2015 at 4:11pm PDT