I'm the typical first time writer - I've had a story in my head for about 30 years, it morphed into something a little more up to date and now is screaming to get out. I look forward to sharing what's in my head.
Jay McCall took out the little black notebook from the glove compartment glad that he was done the last visit on his ‘apology tour’. The wind outside had picked up and was rocking the car back and forth. Jay opened the book and used the streetlight to see as he wrote in the journal, documenting the outcome of his final apology.
Soo-Jin Quinn paced the waiting room area feverishly as she counted down the time. She looked at the light above the door expecting it to cease its glow at any moment. She knew she still had three more long agonizing minutes until it was her turn, and it was torture.