Yesterday we had a basic prompt.
She stood outside Nate’s door, listening for any sounds on the other side. He could be…
My take:
She stood outside Nate’s door, listening for any sounds on the other side. He could be asleep, though it was noon and he was usually up by noon. He could have his earbuds in, bouncing his head to whatever music was streaming from his iPod. She hated the way her fingers trembled when she reached for the doorknob. Why was she so nervous? It was an honest mistake. He’d understand.
He was her brother. He had to.
