25 December 2022

So, it was Christmas. A couple of my brothers came over, so it’s been hit or miss this whole week (from the 25th through the 30th) how much I was able to write or not. That’s not a bad thing; I really enjoyed the visit, and we had a lot of fun. But it did make me a little sad. That said, I did write every day - and even got 2 sessions in one day, to catch up a bit - so there will always be something here.

This time, I went to the Writer’s Block, and kept getting words like “Lust”, “Fertility”, or “Flirting”. I also found a random statistic that over 100 people have registered on a waiting list to see an execution live. After I quit fighting it, that kind of percolated in my brain, and merged with the stories I’ve heard about people writing and randomly falling for random prison inmates. No idea where I was going to go with it, and probably won’t ever come back to it; it’s pretty short.

Marlene wasn’t a looker. She knew it, and she knew everyone else knew it. Still, even she wanted something more in life.

She wasn’t expecting to get it like this, though. A few years back, on a whim, she and a couple of her friends had thrown their names on a list to watch a real-life execution. Something like needing to have civilian witnesses? Honestly, Marlene had forgotten all about it, and likely would’ve removed her name from the list if she’d thought of it.