I would love to be able to post something at least once a week, and with the help of the Saturday Centus, hopefully I can.
Every Saturday Jenny Matlock at Off My Tangent will post a prompt and participating bloggers will have one week to use that prompt, completely unaltered, and form an original story around it. The catch is the story has to be no more that 100 words (excluding the prompt.) Born a rambler, I've been gifted with the ability to ramble on a topic such as the ethics of feeding a dog cat food, for ten pages without once seeming to have repeated myself. With the 100 word stigma, I couldn't repeat myself if I wanted to. A challenge to say the least.
The prompt this week was written by none other than my POPsicle, Sophisticated Lunacy, but he certainly didn't make it any easier. The prompt goes as follows:
Driving six hours is a long time on the road. Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times. But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now. Or was it? My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles."
So as it is now 4:00 in the morning and I wasted far too many precious hours of sleep working on a blog template that didn't work, I'm going to cut the rambling and get on with it. My story. You'll see the prompt used in italics. Here it goes. I call it Starting Over Again.
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Starting Over Again
There's no need to be nervous. Right?
With each passing mile the nerves become harder to ignore.
"Everything'll be fine." I say as I glance at Charles in the passengers seat, wrapped tightly in a blanket.
But of course, he doesn't respond. Huh, I guess nothing's really changed.
Driving six hours is a long time on the road. Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times. But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now. Or was it?
My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles. "
An insignificant swamp town of 400, to most Medford isn't worth opening your eyelids for. To me, it means a chance at a new life.
It'll all be over soon.
I smile.
"Like swamps Charlie?" I poke his lifeless body. "Good! That's where you'll meet the last guy who cheated on me."
