We’re all late to something, even if we don’t know it. Late to the story we want to write, to bed, to a voice in a back room of our mind. Sometimes we don’t know how late we are until it’s… yeah.
Write a story that begins with this line: We were late to our own lives.
Due September 4. Submit your story as a “response” to this post below. We’ll feature our favorites on Human Parts.