This weeks prompt is a classic. When I opened the post and read it, I laughed out loud. Like a loon. Ask DH or Cait - they thought I'd finally lost it.
It was a dark and stormy night
Here's my take on this week's prompt. This one is especially for you, Jenny. Enjoy!
It was a dark and stormy night. And I was awake for every crash of thunder and flash of lightening. Tossing and turning like the wind chimes outside my window.
I should have known the minute I set foot in that oh so bohemian coffee shop. Definitely a square peg in a round hole. The snarky little barista, sporting more ink than the Sunday New York Times, looked with utter disdain down her prominently pierced nose as I ordered.
"Vente Vanilla Latte, decaf please". The reason behind her specious smile as she handed me my drink was all too apparent now.
Oh, she would pay for this...