this week, the prompt was ‘…but surely it is pointless…’
She stood, again, looking out of the window at those blasted shoes. Spring was coming, the days were clearly lighter and she thought she really must do that exercise. There was a 10km run coming up, she could aim for that. But she needed kit and was strapped for cash, and they were still useable. But surely it is pointless to buy any more, she thought.
She took a deep breath, found the key and went into the garden. She hated that shed, spiders lived there. At least, she thought, brushing off the cobwebs, there were none to be seen today.