I stepped into 2011 with an intention to read and write every day, one month down the line and my intentions haven't changed, nor have my ability to do what I hoped to.
Day 31, another day another piece of writing. This time a random short piece about walking...
- She walked, put one foot in front of the other along the dirt track until the stark moorland appeared along with an intensely cold breeze. Her feet ached like worn out muscles after the Great North Run. She'd never been athletic, had ended up with regular trouble from her right ankle after breaking it in a school sports day. They assumed because she was tall and thin that she could run, she begged to differ. The asthma excepting she had poorly developed muscles and little interest in speeding along. What need was there for going at several miles per hour when she could opt for a brisk stroll? -
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