The clock strikes at 12 AM, Eudora though she should really come down out of the tree. She hadn’t meant to stay up there this long, too hard to see in the dark of midnight. She wished she had worn sneakers instead of her Ivanka Trump Hettie sandals. The heel on those things, the fringed tassels; they were not meant for climbing trees, navigating treacherous limbs, straddling those twinkling strands of tree lights. A tree hugger, Eudora’s own personal madness reigning supreme, attempting to outrun that striking clock.
This is a writing prompt from the Miracle Girl Blog: https://miraclegirlblog.wordpress.com/2016/06/28/miraclechallenge-week-3-dated-28th-june-2016/
I would like to invite all of you to head on over to the blog and pick up a writing prompt for a brief story or poem to share in the fun. Be sure and leave your link in the comments section if you do, so that I can read yours also. Hope everyone is having a wonderful, rockin’ productive week!