Instagram LogoSet your timer for 10-15 minutes and just WRITE! ⁠ Mine starts below, but you have to read the rest on my blog. Link in bio.⁠ ⁠ ast night my dog came home with a man. I was on the front patio where Danny and I used to gather in the summer, fall and spring to drink chilled wine and hail our neighbors. Each person up and down the road with enough patio space to hold four, five or six people, some sitting and some standing, would be a summer evening stop on the weekend journey. The Pendelton’s with their clear beer (better to bring your own drink there), the Blaver’s with their Californian Sauvignon Blanc, the Muller’s with the bar on wheels, us with the rose chilled just right. We talked about the comings and goings of the neighborhood, our own variation of a community meeting. ⁠ ⁠ Last night, though, I was standing alone, with a watering can in my hand, not a sweating wine glass, watching a wasp drown. I was in the middle of wondering if wasps gasp for life, or if him moving in circles was just him removing, not knowing he was about to never see the sunshine again, when I heard the bells on Sam’s collar tinkling down the street. She jumps the three-foot iron fence easily, even now at ten years old, to roam the neighborhood. At some point in her stroll she will end up at Scheele’s butcher and wait patiently for a bone to be tossed out the door to her. She’s the only dog in the neighborhood with an open tab at the butcher’s. ⁠ ⁠ #writing #writingwarmup #flashfiction #timetowrite #writingfiction #fiction #fictionwriter #writer #writingcommunity #authorlife #writinglife
Instagram LogoWriting warm up! Set the timer for 10-15 minutes and just write! So many miscommunications when in a different country! Other than checking the French, it's still a rough draft. “You want me to come with you?” “No, I can do it. If I can handle being yelled at in French at the pediatrician’s office, I can handle asking for a haircut.” “Do you know the terms for the cut you want?” Andie held up a picture printed in color of a model in a jagged bob. “I have a picture. I figure they can just follow that.” Her husband shrugged as he juggled the baby on his hip. “Sounds good.” Andie slipped her jacket on, testing to see if it could zip yet around her waist. Losing the pregnancy weight was proving more difficult the second time around. She gave up on the zipper and tossed her scraggly hair out from under the collar. With one last look to her husband and children in the living room, she opened the heavy wooden door and forced herself outside. On the street level she looked at the sleek hairdresser just below her apartment with its large windows and modern waiting area that had no chairs but did have an espresso machine. She hesitated, then moved on. One turn to the left, past the kiosk and the cheese store where the stench of wet feet permeated the sidewalk area, then a cut through to the right brought her to a tiny hairdressers with two chairs in the waiting room and middle aged workers. She took a deep breath and yanked opened the door. “Bonjour.” “Bonjour,” Andie replied, nodding her head at the woman. “Would you like a cut?” the woman asked in the French. Andie exhaled and relaxed. Practicing the conversation with her French teacher had helped. She nodded. The woman told her to wait. “D’accord.” Her favorite word in French so far. Okay. And yet it sounded so much more sophisticated. “Asseyez-vous, s’il vous plaît." Andie froze. She smiled though she could already feel her throat constrict. ----Finish https://katcaldwell.com/assoyez-vous-madame/ #fridayflashfiction #fridayfiction #fiction #books #writing #writingcommunity #writingfiction #writersofinstagram #writingwarmup #author #writer #writingprompt #getwriting #creative #creatives #creativewriting