Wombourne writers are having a display table at an event on Wednesday 18th May. Any meber who is available that day to man/woman the stand for a couple of hours, please contact Carol. Also Carol and Anita would like some samples of members work for the display. If you have something you think would be useful please pass it to Carol or Anita - ready printed please ready for display.
This months exercise is based on the competition listed further down:
The Deadline
She stood looking up at the house. At the blank grey walls, the shuttered windows with empty boxes on the concrete sills, the stern front door. The house said nothing about what it was or what took place inside, it was unassuming and nondescript and uninviting. She'd come here several times before, but never got the courage to go in. Now, there was no choice. The deadline was today, no last chance of a reprieve or change of heart. If she was going to do it, it had to be now. She shivered, chill from the sudden drop in temperature now the light was fading, or from excitement or from fear, she didn't know. Also, the sense of possibility that, by pressing this suburban doorbell, her life could - would - alter for good. But still she lingered on the unwashed step, picking at a thread of wool come loose from her glove, caught between the girl she was and the woman she might be. A deadline she never thought she would face…
So, what happens next? Let us know in 1,000 words.
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