Saturday, January 1, 2011
The Rogue Speaks:
This is Jenny's first Centus of the new year, and the prompt is in bold type. Happy New Year, everyone!
Her crumpled up list of resolutions just missed the waste basket, as it had every morning for months. It was hopeless, she knew, to make something happen by writing it on paper. She was good at crumpling, but the throwing had eluded her. The handwriting wasn't bad, although no one but she could actually read it. Maybe that was a blessing.
Her day nurse arrived with breakfast, followed by a young man she did not know. "Eat up, Moira!" she said, smiling. "This is your new physical therapist! I hear he specializes in strokes like the one you had."
Moira smiled at him hopefully.