October 21 2022
Today I was up before 7 to prepare breakfast for b&b guest. Walked dogs, then did some writing, did some hiving.
Another walk and a mooch around the market. Lunch, bit of felting then another walk.
More felting, walking etc.
Today, I wrote for 5 mins using a generated prompt from The Most Dangerous Writing App
Proof (typing sped up X4) :
prompt: “He had never seen so many homeless people in one place.”
There were women, children, and men everywhere. Some sat huddled together close to foul-smelling burning oil drums. Most were standing, walking constantly moving: battling the cold that ate through their tattered clothing.
Jep's eyes filled with tears.
"I did this," he said quietly. Opa shook her head.
"It wasn't your fault," she whispered. "You weren't to know."
Petal took hold of both of their hands.
"We need to focus," she said. "My daughter is here. I can feel her presence." She looked into Jep's eyes. "There will be time for blame, recriminations and tears later." Her eyes glinted in the flickering light from the nearby burning oil drum.
Jep swallowed and nodded.
"Let's go," he said.