First, apologies for not having written this yesterday and I don’t want to make excuses but I was on a date last night and this project slipped my mind.
It’s the Be Kind – Re-write Voice Week challenge that I’m talking about, so here’s the post I should have done yesterday.
Look at ‘em all, hunched up aroun’ the grave in long black coats like a committee of damned vultures; prob’ly didn’t know the ole biddy any more’n I did.
S’posed to be my great Aunt Annabella, or Arrabella or somebody.
Christ, I need a drink. Damned wake’s not for another half an hour, ‘nother half if’n you add travellin’ time. God’s sake woman, get in yer hole already!
Who’s that scowling at me o’er there? Face like a dried up prune…hell, that’s Grandmaw! Cantankerous witch’s still alive huh? This calls for a sip from the hip-flask.
Here’s to you, hag!