Here is our Whatta Character prompt for May:
In her yard, seven dogs lazed in the sun. The edges of the stairs that led to the worn front door sat crumbled, though late last week she’d spray-painted them teal in a rare expression of cheerfulness. The church ladies who walked by clucked their tongues and sped their paces, comfortable in the social superiority they kept over her but nervous, nonetheless, of what Pastor Castle called her “hellmouth.”
We can’t wait to see where you go with this one.