1. My parents are letting me use their card table for D&D tomorrow to see if the extra space helps.
2. My wife wrote "Chest," "Rock," "Tree," and "Bush" on a bunch of squares of paper for my new D&D idea.
3. I'm still on Spring Break, which is great. :)
So, this is a little something that I wrote last semester while waiting to tutor a stats class. I saw a couple of women that thoroughly deserved writing about, so I did while their images were still in my head. Let me know what you think.
She lunged forward, each step calculated and stressed over, like the first steps of a baby. Her feet were a little more than shoulder width apart, and may have been connected to her hips by broom handles under her brown pants, because it seemed she had no knees. It was probably good that her feet were so far apart because her balance was questionable. Her arms swung wildly to counterbalance the jerking of her hips. Her whole body pivoted together, and the vibrations of each step made her brown curls bounce around her face. It hurt my body to watch her, but it amazed my soul to see the determination in her eyes.
This is about the second woman:
She looked positively unfriendly. Her eyes gazed straight forward, unless they noticed somebody looking toward them, and then they sneered at the intruder. Her lips were painted bright red and were always puckered, as if she had something sour in her mouth that wouldn't go away. She had been wearing this expression for so long that wrinkles formed from her lips and ran toward her cheeks. I wondered how long it had been since that pucker had been stretched into a smile.