100 word meme using the prompt highlighted in bold.
The summer breeze flowed through my fingers spread out like a starfish, as we drove last weekend. Randingo and I were checking the local garage sales for hidden treasures, and I had just disclosed the fact that I had started a blog a few months back.
“I don’t get it,” she says, “I’ve told you before that your poetry is good. What’s different about hearing it from complete strangers?”
“That’s just it…they don’t know me. Their comments therefore have to be sincere, right?” I explained.
“Yeah, they don't know you," she pondered. "Now i see that’s why it meant so much.”