Thursday, December 1, 2011


By Weekend Writer

Time crept about the house, breathing heavily at the doorway and snaking poisonous fingers through cracks in the windows. Daily, Mary resisted its malign clutches, sweeping her fine hair from her face, angling her chin to exude an air others would surely perceive as youthfulness, and humming a gay tune as her arthritic fingers curled around the simplest of tasks. Time smiled knowingly and lingered in the air like acrid smoke, seeping steadily into her skin. 


  1. Very descriptive. You can feel time creeping forward.

  2. Thank you for joining us for week three of the Trifecta Writing Challenge. I really enjoyed reading your response to the prompt. The idea of time having poisonous fingers that creep up on us is haunting. I hope you'll join us for week four.