This week’s prompts are at the bottom.
Practice makes perfect. Let me know what you think.
He put his cigarette out in the overflowing ash tray and immediately reached for another. The pack was empty, so he crushed it into a ball and threw it across the room, missing the bin. How long had it been since he’d slept? He couldn’t remember. Ate? He wasn’t sure. He rubbed his eyes and ran coarse fingers through his hair.
The sun should be coming up soon.
“I probably oughta shower and go get some breakfast.” he said out loud.
There was a “Norm’s” a couple blocks over; maybe a Belgian waffle and a cup of coffee? He considered this and promptly discarded the idea. The coffee there sucked.
IHOP, he thought. No, no; last time he’d been there he’d had to protect his coffee because it wasn’t strong enough to look out for itself.
Denny’s? They had those Grand Slam Breakfasts?
Linda came to mind. They had met at that Denny’s across the river. Now he was about to lose her and he didn’t even know why. She kept telling him that she shouldn’t have to explain it. He should know, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what he had done.
He settled on the Chevron truck stop by the freeway. He could get a pack of smokes there; Pigs in a Blanket. The coffee was strong and the cups were bottomless.
This week’s prompts are:
- antique bottles
- flowers wilted and dogs panted in the shade
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!