Suri Purefoy

United States of America

"Step into a scene and let it drip from your fingertips." MJ Bush
Be the person you can only be. Write what only you can write. Never look back. You have something that you and only you can put into the world. So don't hold it back. Let it shine!

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August 19, 2016

PROMPT: Living People

Boston, New York
11:42 a.m.
November 23 2006

I'm not going to share this with anyone but myself. Alright?
Fine. Just promise, and no side questions. 
Let's get started. 

(I sit in a big cushy chair, directly across from my patron. I note the way her hair is purposefully styled; she wants to hide her eyes. The baseball cap that sits tightly over her brown hair saggs and is full of wrinkles and odd bulches. Her jeans are raggedy and baggy. Shirt: a XL women's that is three sizes too large for her, and she has tied it at the bottom, creating a wrinkled look. 
I take a breath and gaze down at my notepad.)

What is something no one knows about you?

(She stares at me in silence. I know she's hesitant, who wouldn't be?)

I have a brother.
What makes you nervous?
People asking quesitons about me. 

(She smirks a little.)

What's your favorite time of day?
Time of day? Time is overrated!
Could you share with me your earilest memory?
Not not dying.

(I raise an eyebrow but jot it down anyways.)

Who do you trust secrets with?
No one. You I don't trust, either.
Only smart. What is a bad habit of yours?
Speaking before I think.
Do you collect anything?
What is a good habit?
Keeping secrets.
Did you ahve a nightmare recently? What was it about?
My parents.
Favorite weather?
When the sky is blank and dark.
What is the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning?
I'm still here...
What was the last book you read?
Read? I don't remember!
What's something that fasinates you?
How people can be so ignorant.

(She stares at me as she says this. I clear my throat and continue.)

How would you celebrate your birthday?
No celebration whatsoever.

What is something that embarresses you?
Falling in love.

(I finish jotting down the last answer, then stand.)

Thank you for your time, Ms. LaCrone.
Just remember to throw those away. Burn them. K?

(I nod as she walks briskly out of the room. I then tuck the notepad safetly in my bag and walk out into the busy streets.)


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