The day was hot, but there was ice in my veins. In a mere moment, I had gone from well to ill. Two metallic, clinical words scribbled in a chart. Never again would I be fine; I would forever divide my life into the Before and the After.- [This has been a submission for Flash Fiction Friday at Purgatorian, in which JJ supplies the first few words for a writing piece to be posted on your blog. Try it!]
- This week's assignment was to begin a story with the words "The day was hot, but there was ice in my veins." I didn't feel like writing a whole story, this was enough for me.
