“An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse.” Set a timer for ten minutes, and write it. Go!
It was already a late night when we finished our drinks. Almost midnight. Not bad for a first date. The liquid courage extinguished any and all signs of nervous ticks. We were all smiles and moved on to touching hands, shoulders. Questions and quaint interrogations about his job, family, origins, and recent divorce had killed the first two hours of conversation.
Those green eyes. The months of unwanted celibacy. At 41, could a walk of shame be reason for slut shaming?
Four years later…Earth Day is the anniversary of our one night stand still celebrated. (HEY now!)
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Morton’s Fork.”
If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write your own), which would you pick? Why?
I find the skills I’m best at are the ones I dread doing the most. So I guess I prefer to listen, read, and scroll other’s comments, rants and opinions. It’s enlighten to find the differences in how folks communicate, particularly when they respond to pop culture. Reading the “body” language of text should be very important to character study of the book I may never write.
Love you. Mean it.