Instagram LogoSet your timer for 15 minutes. And write!! Mine is below: I didn’t think you'd mind if I took the answer from your test. After all, I didn’t have time to study and you have nothing better to do. I didn’t think you would mind not being chosen for the cheerleading squad. You can’t even do the splits. I honestly assumed that you trying out was just a dare. I”m doing you a favor, believe me. I didn’t think you’d mind me ditching you and our plan to go stag to the prom. I got asked and you didn’t, so obviously you feel left out, but really, if you were a real friend, you’d feel happy for me. I didn’t think you’d mind going home with him from the party even though you were super drunk and could barely walk. It’s not my responsibility to make sure you gave consent, anyway. I didn’t think you’d mind being told to your face that I think you’re stupid. After all, you are stupid and I know that because you ask questions that challenge my world view. The rest of the class thinks so too. I didn’t think you’d mind if I didn’t speak to you when you walked in. After all, I don’t know you and I’ve been in the same place for a long time and have no desire to make new friends. Since you move a lot, I figured you’d just move along and make friends elsewhere. I didn’t think you’d mind that I flirted with your husband. You aren’t looking great these days and anyway, if he’s flirting with me then he isn’t with a stranger, right? I didn’t think you’d mind not being invited. For starters, you don’t think the same as us, you don’t make the same amount of money as us and you never dress right for the outings. Why would you even want to come? Don’t you have other things to do like bake or scrapbook or something? And anyway, you’re too eager to have a conversation about more than hair and nails and botox. Since we don’t want to go deeper than scratch the surface of agreeing with what is cool on Instagram and what’s allowed by Georgetown political standards, I didn’t invite you. I didn’t think you’d mind. #flashfiction #fridayflashfiction #fridayfiction #fiction #writing #writingcommunity #writingfiction #writersofinstagram #writingwarmup #writingprompt #creativewriting
Instagram LogoWriting Warm up! Set your timer for 15 minutes and just write! My attempt is below. “I can’t help you with that, Angela.” She was crouched down on the grass, the meticulously cared for grass that was greener than jungle foliage in the rainy season. She was wearing her favorite outfit, cargo short in a beige color and a tank top. Today was Monday in the afternoon so the tank top was red. She had a way of wearing her shirts and tank tops that no one else understood, but there was a rhythm to it. If one cared to look and listen. Afternoons during spring and summer were hotter than the mornings and so deserved both a tank top and in a color that depicted both the seasonal weather and her favorite things that grew in those seasons: strawberries, tomatoes, marigolds and lily of the valleys. But on Thursday she wore long sleeved, gray t-shirts because summer storms many times broke out on Thursdays or were predicted to come on Thursday for the weekend and because it was the day that she was spray the grass or garden or cut the spikiest, thorniest of her plants. Pants had to have pockets and she preferred tan or beige over the blue jean kind because those were too rough and even the stretchy jeans were not to her liking because they were found on models who she knew she didn’t look like and so refused to try and look like them. Shopping with Angela took patience and the ability to ignore the scoffs and stares as she wondered aloud why fat people were wearing clothing meant for skinny people and why someone would spend a lot of money on a dress that wasn’t magic and so couldn’t turn them into the picture of the lady. She would talk incessantly to the cashier about how the perfumes shouldn’t be called fresh because fresh smelled of manure and green tomato plants. “I can’t do it by myself, Eugene.” “I’m not dressed for it.” “Cargo pants are in the middle drawer. You can wear Dan’s t-shirts. They’re in the guest room. But don’t wear blue.” “Why not?” Cont. on my website:) #fridayflashfiction #fridayfiction #fiction #writing #writingcommunity #writingfiction #writersofinstagram #writingwarmup #author #writer #writingprompt #getwriting #creativewriting