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The room was dim. The light from the computer monitor was the only illumination. The old woman put on her reading glasses and leaned in closer to the monitor.
What the hell… she thought to herself.
She sat back and continued looking at the image on the screen. A slow grin appeared.
What kind of weirdness is this? Geesh, Willow likes to set a good challenge, doesn't she. Crazy woman. Where does she get these images from anyway?
The woman, hair askew, leaned forward again to study the image as she tried to think of a story line.
“Fried eggs, anyone?”
“Wait a minute… I wanted my eggs scrambled!”
None of them worked for her.
Well, that’s okay, the wrinkled woman thought to herself. Its all voluntary and I just won’t volunteer this week.
Without moving her body, the woman turned her head slightly to the right and stared over her shoulder at her readers. “Okay… then you do it. You write a tale. Just let me know by leaving a comment. I want to see what YOU come up with. K?”