Restarting this. Let’s see if I can get an entry every single day of 2016.
The rules are simple. I just have to write something fictional every day. It doesn’t have to be long, or short, or good, or edited, or coherent, or useful. I just need to do something.
Prompt: Every sentence has the same number of words as this one.
She spent the majority of her time each day weaving shoes. They told her it was important work, but that didn’t matter. She just wanted to be useful to her tribe at all. The others were strong or quick or smart, but not her. Small, frail, sickly–she couldn’t do any of the real work. So all day she wove, until her hands cramped and ached. And hoped that whoever wore her shoes might do something great.