They say 'better late than never'...this post may just blow that adage all to hell.
The early November sunshine cast golden rays upon the frost-laden lawn. But the welcoming rays of the sun didn't help shake June's sense of failure.
She had spent the better part of an hour that morning, trying to think in complete sentences.
She was bereft; there were no words with which to alleviate the devastation she felt.
She threw her hands up in disgust, and got up from the computer. Suddenly feeling devoid of energy, she crawled back under the covers.
Her failure? Try as she might, she just couldn't come up with a macabre twist on today's Saturday Centus prompt.