For the New Year, I would like to write more prose and fiction. In previous posts, I experimented with short stories but given the length, I'd like to try something a bit more concise. This is my first attempt at 55 Fiction so I am still learning the craft:
She wreaked ingratitude like sweat dripping on hot asphalt. The stench lingered on the ends of her hair and weighed heavily on the soles of her feet. Her tongue was drunk on insults and frustration. She desired and lusted but she could not attain. In an instant, her life changed. She missed life's greater purpose.