Time once again to join Jenny Matlock - Off On My Tangent for Saturday Centus. By now, you probably know the drill. Jenny provides us with a writing prompt, and we run with it. Actually we sprint with it, as we can only write a 100 word story (exclusive of the prompt) Jenny, knowing that some of us tend toward - ahem - tardiness, is kind enough to keep the link live all week. So join us! I promise you won't have to wear a tin foil hat to be a Centusian. Although that might be fun. And everyone is welcome, even people from California. I just found out that they actually read things other than People Magazine, Surfer Dude and World Tanning Weekly. (Seriously, I love people from California. One of my dearest friends in the world is California born and raised. That was just my little dig at Tom, who tends to poke fun at all things Southern)
Make sure to read all the great stories this week. There are some amazing writers out there!
This weeks prompt is something everyone can relate to. It should be interesting to see what our little band of Centusians does with it!
"This is never going to come out," she thought as she scrubbed at the spot on the worn carpet.
Here's my take on it. Hope you enjoy!
Dust motes performed their intricate ballet in the sun streaming through the old lead glass window. Charlee carefully set the pail of foamy water in the hall. "This is never going to come out," she thought as she scrubbed at the spot on the worn carpet.
Mama's best oriental rug, ruined. What had they tracked in last night? It was Roy's turn to host his men's club and the meeting had run late. She guessed some of the boys may have sampled the fruit of the corn a bit too freely. Tempers were running hot after hearing little Frank's story about Jr. She hoped they had put the fear of God into that good for nothing waste of flesh.