Late again. I know Saturday Centus' link stays live all week, but I feel like I'm late if I don't post by Sunday! Another weekend helping Cait get settled into her new apartment in Dallas, this time we had internet, but NO TIME! Not sure what a "Saturday Centus" is? Stop by Jenny Matlock - Off On My Tangent to find out. Our ever gracious hostess Jenny provides us with a prompt, and we then write a story of no more than 100 words (exclusive of the prompt). It's not as easy as it sounds, believe me. Especially when you tend to be "high verbal" like me. (That was a neat little phrase I picked up from Cait's Kindergarten teacher. Sounds so much nicer than "she talks too much" doesn't it?) 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...








