Creative Writing

Writing Prompt: in front of the courthouse

My butt was beginning to feel numb from the cool marble steps. I hugged my thin navy sweater tight to my ribcage and stared towards the parking lot. Waiting. Expecting. “He’s thirty-five minutes late,” complained my mom. She paced on the step above me. I could feel the irritation radiating off of her. “I’m sure… Continue reading Writing Prompt: in front of the courthouse