Voice Week is almost over! I can hardly wait to read the genius work tomorrow, but it’ll be sad to see it end!
I decided to travel back in time for today’s piece.
If the woman had a single flaw, her flaw was weakness; weakness for the caresses of wandering sirs who were more knave than knight, and weakness for spirits when they left her for their more elegant wives. With tender, purplish splotches here and there on her once-lovely face, she would sit hunched over the bottle, her feet spread wide beneath her skirt, abandoning the feminine charms with which she so often veiled her pain. My father very likely had noble blood, but I cannot imagine he had a noble heart to match it.
Who does the character feel like to you? How old, what gender? Where did you think the voice was strong or weak? Let me know!