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Starting line: “Ally! Look at this!”
Ending line: My hands were bare, and I missed the sparkle that had sat on my left ring finger for the past six months.
Darling: My best friend squealed in excitement, holding up her latest find, and I shook my head. This one was even more hideous than the last had been: it might have been a hat, several generations ago. Maybe. Right now, it looked like a box that had vomited ribbons and feathers in a series of explosions. Leigh crammed it on her dark hair and primped for me, batting her eyelashes like she had something caught in her contacts, and I nearly fell over laughing.
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Yep, it's a plotbunny. But it's only a short story. I can keep it that way too.
Really.
Really.
How long can I go before it's a novella again?
Starting line: “Ally! Look at this!”
Ending line: My hands were bare, and I missed the sparkle that had sat on my left ring finger for the past six months.
Darling: My best friend squealed in excitement, holding up her latest find, and I shook my head. This one was even more hideous than the last had been: it might have been a hat, several generations ago. Maybe. Right now, it looked like a box that had vomited ribbons and feathers in a series of explosions. Leigh crammed it on her dark hair and primped for me, batting her eyelashes like she had something caught in her contacts, and I nearly fell over laughing.
***
Yep, it's a plotbunny. But it's only a short story. I can keep it that way too.
Really.
Really.
How long can I go before it's a novella again?
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