Word of the Week Challenge: Withdrew (and its 100 words on the nose!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Supernatural. I deal with the disappointment.
The road spoke to him; it wasn't the call of adventure or even duty.
It was the tune of an inevitable melancholy that crept over him; always following him closely.
Since Bobby had passed, there truly was no place for them. No home to speak of.
He glanced through the window, Sam sitting in the passenger seat, blankly staring at a map, no destination calling for them, no one asking for them. They were all gone. Dead.
Dean withdrew the gas nozzle from the tank, angrily shoving it back in its spot on the pump.
He hated days like today.
Okay. A wee little sad drabble for you, which surprised me, because I'm a mood writer and I feel quite happy tonight! Oh well, must be catching a vibe off of my neglected kitchen.
As for the extra challenge: Hmmm. The extra challenge is tough.
Okay. I am happy that I have purple hair right now and that I have a husband who stayed up late to dye it for me, even though he had to work the next day, with purple hands no less. That's true happiness, people.
And in case that doesn't count, well, I like that I am writing so frequently now. It has become a great outlet and has led to some interesting new people in my life. Anyone in East Tennessee have a writer's group? Anyone?!