Prompted: The Race.

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The Race

As she tried to keep pace, Diana grew tenser. It seemed nothing flustered her aunt Ginny. Diana needed to run off her stress, Ginny liked to exercise. It drove Diana crazy.

“Aren’t you ever in a bad mood” Diana asked Ginny, as they rounded a bend in the trail and headed back.

They’d already pounded out three miles, and Diana’s legs were loath to do the three miles back; her nearly seventy-year old aunt seemed as consistent and positive as always.

“What? Of…

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About Dawn Quyle Landau

Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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