Yesterday’s prompt was:
The letter was on the table. Gregory couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He…
Here’s what I came up with:
The letter was on the table. Gregory couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He took a step toward it, then stopped, listening for any sound that might indicate his mother was home. But all he heard was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the slight hum of the refrigerator.
He took another step and another. He stood in front of the table, the letter just inches away. He eyed it, the angle of it on the wood, to make sure he could put it back exactly the way he found it.
And then he reached out and picked it up.