Write a story using a different letter for each sentence (repeats allowed, but not consistently).
After her run, Josie wandered slowly back to her house, trying to delay her meeting with lovely Aunt Betsy. Betsy did nothing to actually be an aunt, or an adult figure for that matter. Confident, yet ignorant, she moved in after Josie’s parents passed in a car accident when she was very young.
Dad and mom were words Josie never knew and though it hurt, she was okay with that. Eventually, she learned they loved her more than anything and that was enough for her. Freak accidents happen and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
Gradually, her steps became slower and shorter towards her front door. Halfway home now and Josie didn’t hold in her groans. Ideally, Betsy would be gone for work, but she knew today that Betsy wanted to talk with her.
Josie was close now and she could see her aunt standing on the front porch. Knobby knees peeked out under Betsy’s pink fluffy robe and she had rollers in her hair. Laughing lightly, Josie couldn’t deny Aunt Betsy gave her a good chuckle on occasion. Most of the time she didn’t give a care in the world about what others thought of her and Josie looked up to that.
Now, Betsy was looking right at Josie with arms crossed. Overly intense would describe the look on her aunt’s face. People would definitely be staring if it wasn’t only six in the morning.
Quietly, Josie made her way up the porch stairs and right through the front door, letting Betsy follow behind her. Right now all she wanted was a shower, but she knew better than to leave her aunt hanging.
“So,” her aunt started, “when were you going to tell me about this?” Two pieces of paper sat on the kitchen counter in front of them. Usually, Josie brought her mail to her room, but this seemed like an easy way to break the news.
“Virtually every one of my friends has left,” Josie said, “and I’ll be damned if I’m staying here alone.”
“Well,” Aunt Betsy said, with a stern look across her face, “I’m very proud, Jo. Xerox it because I want a copy.”
Youthful grins popped out on both of their faces, as their true feelings of each other were revealed. Zero chance that copy would happen, but Josie was finally accepted into art school and they were finally both happy.
Have you ever been in a frustrating place in your life and it leaks onto your friends and loved ones? It’s much more common than you think.
Thank you for reading! My take on this prompt led me to use each letter of the alphabet in order—a great writing exercise it turns out!