Hello Fellow NaNoWriMo-ers!
Hopefully today will be very productive. Here's my warm up.
With him, she'd had some wonderfully stable times. She placed a single tulip, his favorite flower, on his grave, and looked away from the headstone. I placed a hand on her shoulder, and walked her away. She was a sweet old lady, albeit a few... issues. We passed some other mourners. As she attempted to pull out her dagger, I quickly grabbed the handle and yanked it from her. She pouted at me. I shook my head.
She tried to protest, but I said "Later Henrietta. Later." She sighed and kept walking.
Happy writing to everyone!