I’ve decided to try a new blog hop: The Weekend Writing Warriors. (Click the link to find the rules if you want to join.) It sounds like fun.
Becca slumped over her coffee mug, watching Lily work busily away. How can she look so happy this early on a Monday?
Lily was one of those overachievers that made the rest of the world look bad. She probably went home each night to a few TV shows, a cat, and an early bedtime. But Becca wanted a life, which was why she’d stayed out until 2 a.m. on another disappointing date. There’s no good guys out there. I’m almost thirty, not much time left.
“Have you finished the H.M.I. folder yet?” Irving asked.