One Foot in Front of the Other

...but didn't I learn from NaNo that the thing is just to write?

She wipes sugar off her thighs like sand, and looks at him.
His smile is the kind that could be nice or it could just be that his lips are turned up.

I have a bit of a block and bit of a time limit, but the thing is that I am not going to fool around anymore.

There are stories inside me, I just have to tear them out.

She could not resist raising the grains of sugar that were still on her fingers to her mouth.
She loved the taste of sugar.
And right then she was not sure what was sweeter.
This stranger.
Or the sugar that was dissolving in her mouth as she debated.