This was the speed writing exercise for the night. I wrote about a page and this is just a small excerpt. I have no idea what the story is about, so I just posted the part that made the most sense.
And then Fimble showed the girl where the stairs were taking her and she understood why she had to leave him. So she tied her shoelaces, and straightened her back and prepared to walk the staircase.
Again putting out her foot, the girl stopped. She understood why. Of course she understood why. She had always understood why if she really came to think of it. But there was one final question. A question that loomed so certainly in her head, she knew she had to ask it of him. And looking at him again, she saw that he understood what she was about to ask him. And then she knew that he wouldn’t tell her. But she said it anyway.
“Will I be happy?”
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