nancyk
There are all levels of writers. I started from the very bottom rung of the ladder, but I've climbed those rungs, one by one. Some days it was tough work. Other days, I sailed through. I'm nowhere near the top but am certainly many, many rungs above my starting spot.
How ill could he be? No one else got sick after my dinner party. Just him! I think he's a pure hypochondriac. Anyone who thinks they can catch poison ivy by being in the same town with it is surely not right in the head.
Bones, bones, bones! That's all you care about! The forensic anthropologist's wife darted another barb. You'd love me more if I looked like a skeleton! He calmly turned the page in his book and smiled benevolently.
She only had one ticket to the circus, but that was alright. She hated the noise, the lights, the sweet smell of cotton candy. She'd give her ticket away. Maybe she'd give it to the Walmart Greeter.