the blogging must go on – particularly as I haven’t been blogging much over NaNo.

I am starting 100 words, and I think it will be a really good thing for me. While I am finishing my NaNo. heh. Here’s today’s.

100 Words

She thought that the sensation of the migraine was like someone taking tweezers, and slowly pulling out the veins in her head, one by one, like someone pulling out unneeded threads from an old sweater. If she lay very, very, still, she could almost hear each one as it snapped off, leaving her face without a scaffolding. She thought about how her face would look, slowly crumpling under the weight of her skin, without anything to keep it up, kind of like one of those dried apple face dolls that sat on the shelf behind her dead grandmother’s kitchen sink.