It was a cool September in Central Park. A breeze bounced off the water but didn't penetrate my balmy ample nervousness. As strange as her tale was, the person telling me was, technically, my sister. We have the same eyes, the same smirk, and neither us appear to be able to lie. "Breann, we have to find the other four babies, or, people, and get some questions answered." Her shoulders relaxed, her face found comfort, and she hugged me. "Caleb, thanks for not running away. Forgive me if I get really weird; and don't let go of you right now."
*blogger's note* This is my entry for @velvetverbosity 's 100word challenge at http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ The one word prompt is AMPLE.
This is a continuation of last week's 100 words which is an excerpt of a story I'm writing. Last week's entry is here: http://lance-myblogcanbeatupyourblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/synchronicity.html
I'll be using the 100 words and the challenges at Studio30plus to continue the story in serial form.
Today's song is a bit of a theme song, and certainly proper for the story as people figure out they aren;t who or what they thought they were. The New York Dolls are on of my favorite bands. Personality Crisis rocks hard, have fun: