Prologue

I thought I'd post a small paragraph from the first thing I ever wrote so that I can compare it to stuff that I write now. This is from a very short story that I wrote one day in about 15 minutes. Looking back on the writing, it makes me laugh. There were so many mistakes and faux pas committed, but it's good to see progress right?

So let me ask you? Is it boring? Is it average? Is it good? Does it suck? If it sucks, why does it suck? I can't know what to improve if I don't know what to fix.

Prologue

An orange leaf floated from a maple tree to the ground at the abandoned fairgrounds. Upon landing, the leaf began to gyrate from the random wisps of wind. This particular fairground was home to the Stevens County Fair. Your typical funnel cake, hot dog, amusement park ride filled gala that was a bustling place of countless hours of entertainment during the summer. However, on this brisk November morning, the fairgrounds were empty except for a lone person sitting on a bench. Kaitlin. Kaitlin tightened her scarf around her neck and let out a shiver. She looked like a chipmunk wrapped up in layers of clothing. Her cheeks were pressed together by her tightened hooded coat. Kaitlin enjoyed the solace of the quiet fairgrounds. This was her “happy place,” her refuge, her go to spot when she needed to get away and just think. Think. Think. Think.

There was something about the sound of quiet that put Kaitlin at ease. Nothing really mattered in this place of solitude. She was free to think and clear her head. She was also free from distraction and people for that matter. A puff of breath that looked like a small cloud of smoke appeared in front of Kaitlin as she let out a long sigh. She wondered how she could have been so blind to the signs. There was no way I could have known! How could I have known? This was quite the conundrum that she now had to deal with. A small tear formed on the corner of Kaitlin’s right eye. Slowly, the tear began to run down her right cheek and move toward her lip. Eventually, the tear dropped to the ground with a soundless splash. She wiped away the tear with her mitten covered hands and sniffed, trying to hold back the flood of emotions that was both literal and figurative.

“Ok,” she said with conviction.

Kaitlin quickly stood up, wiped the dust off of her jeans and started to walk back to her car. The “game” was about to begin.

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