You know that strange strange stranger in the line
at Kroger
DMV
concessions
water fountains
Will-Call
information
why aren’t there more rest rooms for women
customer relations
windows open in “5″ minutes
with her compliments and comments
unsolicited remarks
the weather
what’s your due date
walking’s better exercise and free
people really pay for that?
such a pretty necklace
my your child is well-behaved
I walked out of his last movie
you do know the store brand’s just as good
well hi!
such a surprise running into you again!
you didn’t recognize me?
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today’s prompt,
a poem involving lines
If I don’t get some writing done today on the NaNo novel, I might as well just cash it in. And by writing, I don’t mean a lick and promise paragraph, and two notes for a concept, I mean writing. A full and self-contained scene. If that dialog I did the other day had been fleshed out instead of call-response, that would be along the lines of what I need.
But I keep getting sidetracked by the Siren of Poetry with promises of things that can be completed in one sitting. Or, make that a period after “completed”.
Late start, but now I’m going. Really wanted to hit Sweet 16th and get my breakfast. Their version of the breakfast sandwich is on a cheddar scone, and what they call gritatta would keep a farm hand going for the morning. But I’m being good and not even going to the Ugly Mug (unless I really get the write on and deserve a treat)
Instead it’s tea from last night nuked, and grilled leftover oatmeal. The latter, frankly is much better than it sounds. A little butter and get the skillet hot, slice some jellish oatmeal from a loaf pan and slap that sucker down. You get a nice crust. I was feeling needy, so I tossed on some pecans and a little of that Locust Grove La Mancha and stuck it under the broiler. Piled on a heap of arugula and damn if you don’t have the poor girl’s shrimp and grits. (poor inland girl. live on the coast and shrimp and grits is po’gal food) A little of that La Mancha goes a way. It’s not exactly strong, but it has a little bite. Nice stuff, and thank you Turnip.
