I just wanted to share this, quickly – a post from my friend at RJCresswell.com.
He’s been posting a bunch of bite-sized fiction exercises based around a Google Images search result, and this one, probably because of our shared experiences and talks all the time in high school, really resonated. The sentiment is beautiful.
My hands shake as I reach the podium. My palm slips greasily into that of the principal. I remember him from my time here. I hated him. The microphone protrudes accusingly, and I go over my notes. Tear them up. Throw them to one side…
— RJCresswell.com, “My hands shake as I reach the podium.”
Hope all is well with you!