I’ve spent almost all day working on syllabi and lesson plans for my summer term. But I still wrote. That’s what most of this month is–squeezing in that little bit of writing here and there.
I hope I write strong female characters. I want to write about girls who save themselves. Or maybe who save the world. Or just their best friend. We need more stories like that, don’t you think?
So, for Story-a-Day May…
Meredith wasn’t used to anyone else in charge. Certainly she wouldn’t listen to an old woman and a teenager. But she couldn’t walk away from them.
She wanted the bag. The girl didn’t know what she had. If she reached into her bag the wrong way, she could be dead. Meredith kept that to herself.
Her determination to burn the Asylum to the ground hardened in her heart. She needed only a plan and an opportunity.
The old woman was whispering in Hannah’s ear, and Meredith’s mind raced. There wasn’t much time. Gasoline would work. She kept her gaze on the old woman and the girl, but her mind searched through her knowledge of the Asylum grounds, the outer buildings, and the odd hidden storerooms.
A tank of gasoline was usually kept in the garage where the Night Ambulance parked. A lighter or matches were harder to find.
“Oh, Nurse,” the old woman said. “Are you listening?”
Meredith snapped out of her thoughts. “Of course.”
“So, you’re going to help?”
Meredith nodded. “Of course.” She looked to the girl for a clue for what she’d agreed to.
But Hannah smiled back at her. “Thanks,” the girl said. “I’m glad you’re willing to make a difference.”
“That’s my purpose in this life,” Meredith replied. “To make a difference.”