I'm out of practice working full-time. These next 3 days are gonna feel like punishment--and we've got Open Water dives on Saturday so I have to be there at 7 AM. Seven o'clock in the morning! I usually am not awake at 7 AM. Keep thinking of your inflated paycheck next Monday, Barbara, think of the money.
October 21--Write about a bruise--It grew on her upper arm blue and black, then greenish, and finally yellow and purple. It was her best one yet. She'd had bumps and scrapes before but never such a spectacular bruise in such a prominent place. A place she could show off without being crude. The pleasure she got from the looks she got was almost worth the pain of getting head-butted and slammed into the track by that jammer Ursula on the Horn-ettes last weekend. Ursula had elbows like jackhammers and she had rammed one home in Volta's arm and kept her from scoring. Volta, whose real name was MaryAnne, had always had trouble convincing her co-workers at the diocesan office that she was on a roller derby team but her bright shiny bruise finally convinced them. She was proud to be a Stinger at last.
Don't know much about roller derby but, hey, that's why they call it fiction!
--Barbara
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