The writing prompt was something about standing in line at Walmart when your eyes saw your sibling/twin’s face for the first time. That’s what my memory was left with. I know the prompt was about a line and a long lost sibling. I decided to go with the twin theme. I always go with twin themes when I can because I have my own twins.
The rule for the writing group is only positive feedback, no suggestions, no critiques. We only talk about what’s been done right, or that which we like. We praise. We are kind. That’s what the group members were to me when my coughing sounded a bit harsh.
When they heard my congested tone of voice, I told them not to worry, I’d taken cold medicine earlier. I reassured my fellow writers I would be fine.
Of course I wasn’t fine. I was fighting the inner demon of at least an antihistamine to stay awake. I tried to write them away, but sleep vanquished me, humiliated me.
I woke to find the group reconvening. They were so kind, but God they were loud.Shoving chairs, rattling paper, chattering, tapping books, just to get my attention, I had just gotten to sleep good when the great racket started. How rude. People have no respect for nappers these days.
Devonne Brown 
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