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[ishie]

I'm back to doing 750words every day, so let's all cross fingers I can beat my previous record of ... uh 45 days? Of course all of my words this weekend have been in webdev and consultant stuff, so. Ughghghghghg.

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

From something original, for a change:

The trousers were rough against his bare legs, the stiff fabric still unfamiliar. The socks were too heavy. His boots were too narrow in the toes, but they made him taller. Not by much, but perhaps the change was enough to allow him to do more than brush a fingertip across the top of the wall that separated the settlements from the docks. It had loomed large over him for days, even when he couldn't see the dusty red stones. He felt them, though, wherever he went within the city, pressing against the back of his neck and scratching the skin of his hands.