So in the end, exercise 3 was NOT the Le Guin/Roddenberry thing I was thinking of. Instead, it’s a revenge story with a slight nod to the community theme. Excerpt:
I volunteered for the watch because my livingroom window faced the bank on the corner. The lighting was better outside the bank and we wanted to be sure to catch her in the act. For years our neighbourhood has suffered from her generosity. The legend was that a woman who lived in the neighbourhood had some issues with the mayor of the 10th arrondissement. Some said it was over taxes. Others heard that a former mayor left her for another woman decades before and she had decided to punish every mayor since then. Whatever the problem was, her mode of revenge was unusual.
Tomorrow I read my first short story written directly in French out loud to a bunch of people I barely know. Nervous!
Writing fiction is still helping me deal with some frightening stuff like a brain scan (it was clean — except for all that brain matter). I really am not sure what I would do without the writing. Or my brain.
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