To stand up

using the prompts below, write a drabble (or whatever) a day for the next 30 days. find someone willing to hit you if you miss a day. look back at the end and go ‘oh! i’m a writer!’.

beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.

Restless pretty much has to be Sara.
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It’s late. They just finished a rush job, convinced Sal to let them borrow his truck. Rokia’s driving, Matt’s in the backseat pretending he didn’t want to come, and Sara’s got one hand out the open window, pushing against the headwind in the heavy summer humidity.

They get to the fence way too soon, the access road wide, well-lit, patrolled, and none of them have driving licenses so they pull off into an alley.

“There’s nothing here!” Matt whines.

Sara turns to glare at him, and he shuts up. They can see through the fence from here, wide cleared field giving way eventually to forest.

“Someday,” Sara says. “I’m getting out of here, just you wait.”