Writing Wednesday: Caught in a Trap

She turned to see a man dressed in a similar set of overalls to her acquired set. He stood a few inches taller than her, which made him over 6-foot. Most of his face was hidden under a peaked cap.

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Writing Wednesday: Mummy’s Job

The only girl who dared to sit on the front row had her pastel-pale face slumped into her folded arms; a doll with her strings cut. “Good morning class!” Kenempti thought she should at least try to be enthusiastic. Someone had to be.