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a...as we cry bullet tears.

by EHM | Score: 4300

Dad weeps on the floor next to his chopping board coated in red tomato juice. I hope he is not thinking about her again, the artistic occupational therapist. Jemma was her name Dad was so in love with her, that he would cry in the middle of the night and scream for her. "Jemma, Jemma" he would howl and wail into the vintage walk in closet. His cries echo in the mist, "Valencia... meet me in Valencia." I'd cry "Papi, No!" Over the sound of the radio playing what used to be Dad's favourite song. A mature barbarian would  hear his cries and say his heartbreak will be requited one day. But that day never came. Instead strange noises howl and whisper in the dark. Then we would be 'Dancing in the dark' and swaying with the breeze. Someplace somewhere an auctioneer would shout sold out to the crowds gawping at our family. Our only remaining sanity, since Jemma grieved  with the sadness of her sight being blotchy. Her sight will never see Dad's crying eyes again. The computer will glow light on our delicate faces 

Completed challenges

The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:

Event Dad just sits and cries
Begin Start typing to begin
Prop Include a tomato
Character An artistic occupational therapist
Words Reach 50 words
Event A shrill cry echoes in the mist
Letter Use the letter V
Prop Include a radio
Character A mature barbarian
Words Reach 100 words
Letter Use the letter B
Event There's a strange noise
Prop Include a novel
Character A curious auctioneer
Letter Use the letter O
Event Your character goes blind
Prop Include a computer

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