This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”
Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.
I arrived to pick Chrissy up that Saturday at about noon; I was taking her to the amusement park, Western Playland. We planned to ride the ‘Mad Mouse’ roller coaster. Her dad answered the door, and I introduced myself. He gave me the third degree to the point that I was becoming unsure if she would be able to go with me. I must have said something that he liked, though, and eventually, he called her from the back end of the house and told her I was there.
When she came out, she looked great, wearing a red miniskirt and a frilly white scoop-neck blouse with cap sleeves. On her feet, she wore shiny, black, patent leather Mary Janes; that reflected the inside of her thighs. They had clunky soles and mid-size heels paired with ankle-high, ruffled, turned-down socks with red hearts embroidered around the top. She wore her dark hair in a shoulder-length bob with the ends curled in and straight-cut bangs. When she smiled, her face lit up. She walked across the room, took my hand in hers, and turned to wave goodbye to her dad.
“Uhm, hold on a minute, Chrissy.” her father said. She and I both paused, and she turned to look at him.
“Yeah, Dad,” she queried politely.
“Uhm, I just remembered that you can’t go out today. Your Grandma’s coming. She should be here within the hour. She wants to see you.”
“Jeeze, Dad,” Chrissy complained. “I didn’t know she was coming. Why didn’t you tell me? Where’s Mom? I should be home before dinner. We were going to ride the Mad Mouse, and this isn’t fair!”
Her dad gave me the ole ‘side-eye look,’ and I knew that Grandma wasn’t coming. Dad didn’t trust Chrissy, or he didn’t trust me, or he didn’t trust Chrissy and me together.
“That’s OK, Chrissy.” I said, “We can go next weekend.” I nodded to her dad, and he nodded back. I knew without a doubt that when I came next weekend, she would have on baggy jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt, but that was OK. She would still be Chrissy.
This week’s prompts are:
- here we go again
- postcards from Paris
- it replaced wine tasting
You can start writing whenever you want, just write, get the words down – and have fun!
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