A clattering batters his head. He spits an expletive as nails scatter like raindrops to the chipped anad stained tile below. Jay squeezes his eyes shut for a few moments and blows out a sharp breath. Resigned, he slowly climbs down from the small ladder. It's probably the nicest thing he owns.
Ready to die, Ash decides that he will live his last days to the fullest. His plans are ruined by some people at school, he thinks they are as useless as he is and decides to end them as well.
Ash grows weary of his stifled existence and ruminates on how insignificant his death would be to those around him.
Numbered Days is a new direction for an old story I have been working on for some time. This is the entire story. This is just a start.
And when he had finished giving thanks to God with burnt offerings, Noah and his wife and his sons and their wives set about searching the land. The earth had been cleansed of violence and bloodshed, just as The Lord had said. He commanded them to go forth and populate the earth, but the earth had changed.
My first entry in my Monday to Friday writing campaign. They say breast is best they say. All the books, the WHO, the doctors and the hospitals all put out the same message. There are charts, statistics, guidelines, myths, programs aplenty to help mothers and their babies bond and forge a nursing relationship. Then comes the sabotage.