Mona arrived almost half an hour early, hopping out of her car so fast she nearly lost her balance.
She crossed the front lawn briskly and was about to knock on the front door when she heard someone yell.
“…We talked about this!!!”
Mona’s fist paused in mid-air. Bad vibes. She wouldn’t want to ruin this gorgeous, happy day by getting in the middle of some fight. She could wait; Dave wasn’t there yet anyway.
She took a few steps back, slowly, drinking in the sight of the house. The entire front porch needed repainting, and that old-fashioned door would definitely have to go. But the bench–OH! All the lovely afternoons she and Dave could spend just sitting there!
She touched her belly as she turned to look at the lawn. Kiddie pool. Definitely.
Oh, this is so, so exciting!
My entry to Voice Week 2011, day number three. So far I’ve been enjoying this exercise a lot, and I’ve also been learning much both from the feedback and the works of the other writers in the group.
Now for an appeal: If you have the time, I would appreciate getting constructive criticism, too, especially as I’ve only been writing semi-regularly for a few months. Thanks, guys — especially you, Stephanie, who’s making this possible for all of us! 🙂