I toppled off a foundation in Arizona when I was ten years old. My parents, younger brother, and I were looking at a house that was in the process of being built. There were no walls, windows, or roof, just the floor. I was walking along a narrow ledge, one foot in front of the other, when I lost my balance, landing hard on my left shoulder in some rocks. I don’t know how far I fell, but my shoulder ached for days, causing me to miss at least one day of school. It could have been worse; I was right-handed.
Thanks to Girlie on the Edge for inspiring the above with her six-sentence prompt for this week. The word is “foundation,” and the idea is to write a poem or story of no more and no less than six sentences, using the word at least once. If you’d…
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