Head space

I am getting an epidural steroid injection for my lower back today. Yep, I am a little nervous and a bit hopeful. The pain has been snikkety lately, not horrific, more like a field mouse-wasp living on my spine. It's filling my brain with yawn inducing medical terms. Then I remembered the Daily 5 minute writing exercise. I don't do it daily, so I randomly click around. Maybe one day I will get the daily thing down.

Use this as your opening line Clarice was the kind of kid who picked out the soft insides of the bun.

Clarice was the kind of kid who picked out the soft insides of the bun. She would moisten, then press the dough against her gums and suck, mainly when she felt self conscious, which was often. Her freckles were way too dark, and her teeth too crooked. The bread sometimes lodged into her tooth spaces and it looked normal, if slightly the wrong color and a bit gummy looking. Wheat, wheat didn't work.

It was Wednesday and she had to turn in her book report today on Master James and His MisAdventures on Jupiter. It was not really about Jupiter or a master, just a lonely kid and his fantasy head. She figured that her teacher, Mrs. Holmes assigned it to her on purpose to tell her either that she was not alone, or she was weird. She preferred weird versus part of a group of misfits, like the toy island in Rudolf.