I thought: I should kiss her now. I didn’t want to be hasty, but I felt right. I had to respond to the butterflies she put in the pit of my stomach, and the moment felt like destiny, so I did.
So it began – my crucial five seconds.
I thought: I should kiss her now. I didn’t want to be hasty, but I felt right. I had to respond to the butterflies she put in the pit of my stomach, and the moment felt like destiny, so I did.
So it began – my crucial five seconds.
“Bought a special blue suitcase to fit all her clothes, books and gifts for the family…”
Though the service was a terrible punishment the morning silence was pleasant. I hated his voice, it was annoying. Still, because he earned a more than comfortable salary, it was bearable.
PROMPT: Write an adaptation of the last scene of ‘Lamb to the Slaughter’ by Roald Dahl (after the murder) in 30-40 dialogues.
Passion promises – as you will soon perceive – a persistent plaguing of your patience, place, and pass time. A people’s heart pinioned to a person’s heart or the opposite, a public private proposition, a protest, the script for peace – this is passion and it is far-reaching always.
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