Word Game Wednesday
How to play: Find the word of the week in any WIP - or failing that, in a posted work you’d like to rec - and share the sentence containing it. This week’s word is: Creek.
Thank you for the tag @beaiola 💕
I don’t have any WIP, as I’m not writing anymore, but I sure would love if people still read some stuff 😊
This is from the second to last thing I wrote, And All I Ever Knew, Only You
“That’s not the face I was expecting to see,” says a dry voice to Patrick’s left.
He turns his head to see Stevie sliding into the desk next to him and quickly looks back at the notes he was studying before the English final. She was one of the people he was most concerned about seeing today.
Patrick has known Stevie longer than anyone. Born just a day apart in Elmdale Hospital, their lives couldn’t have been more different. Patrick grew up with loving, attentive parents, while Stevie’s mom was in and out of her life, and her dad was never in the picture at all. Stevie was raised by her Aunt Maureen, who owns the local motel. Patrick vividly remembers afternoons spent playing in and out of the motel rooms as her aunt cleaned, chasing each other around the picnic tables, and hunting for tadpoles in the creek.
Tagging some folks: @a-noble-dragon @mostlyinthemorning @characterassassination-at-9am @obsessedwithdavrick @treluna4 @tyfinn
