A man walked into a bar.
Marci’s few opening words glared at her; the cursor mocking her as it blinked like her mind – on – off – on – off – on again.
“GAH!†The cat jumped from her lap as Marci let out her frustration into the room. Her screech bounced wall to wall, inside and outside of her brain-pan: rattling around like so many bbs.
Characters screamed for attention, but she was stuck well and proper. Marci’s fingers itched to give them flesh and blood.
Wait. What if I . . . Change this to . . .
The man entered the room all a-swagger. His eyes growing accustomed . . .
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VV’s challenge this week: 100 words using Swagger as the jump-off point. These are mine, where are yours?