Weekly Writing Challenge: Dialogue

“Elizabeth, why did you do this?” He looked at me, stunned, helpless. “I . . . you . . . ” I took a step toward him, and my bare foot slid on something squishy and still warm. “You weren’t here to stop me.” “So this is my fault.” A drop of blood from the trailer’s low ceiling hit him on the shoulder. Actually, no, it went right through him and splashed to the linoleum. I tore my eyes from it and to his shoulder. Wait, the blood drop was there, staining his white T-shirt. Shit. I rubbed my eyes. … Continue reading Weekly Writing Challenge: Dialogue