Day Eight: Death to Adverbs
Today’s Prompt: Go to a local café, park, or public place and write a piece inspired by something you see. Get detailed: leave no nuance behind.
On Sunday, April 12, 2015 the weather was perfect, it was 16 degrees. It has been a long, long, cold, cold winter. I had been sick with bronchitis for more than 6 weeks. I was afraid after that to go out into the outdoors, which had so often been more than -25 with the wind chill. So each evening after i came home, i sat at my computer and just browsed the internet, with a hope that something would either inspire me, educate me or humour me.
i check out posts on facebook, i check out posts on linkedin and gmail. i listened to music while shuffling back and forth trying to clean up at the same time. Suddenly, there was a know at the door and i strutted to the door to check who had arrived. I see it was the postman and he had brought me my favourite magazine. I was excited, i shut the door and skipped with joy, back to the couch to read it. It was a good day, a really good day.