LondonUnited Kingdom WC2N 4LF
October 22, 2012
Three TV scripts and two short stories started, hoping to finish some of them.
All the red cars. She couldn't take it anymore. Lining up on her street as if they had a right to be there. It was her street. She kept the curtains closed, but she knew they were there. Even now, in the dark, under the pale light of the street lamps they glared at her as she crept outside for the first time in thirteen days. They forced her out. She and her hammer got four cars until she was caught. Especially the owner of the brand new shiny Volkswagen was really quite upset.
Good at starting stories, needs practice in finishing them. Ironic, being Finnish.