Cornered and alone, I was running out of options. I had tried to avoid this, keeping my eyes on the ground and quickening my strides, but she stepped in the path ahead of me, a look in her eyes that told me she meant business. I whimpered softly, biting back my panic, and reached for my cell phone to fake a call, hoping that the pretense of human interaction would scare her away, but she stayed firmly rooted in front of me, and I found myself wedged between her and a solid brick wall. Finally running out of words for my one-sided conversation, I hung up with a “see you soon,” hoping it was true. I shoved my phone back in my pocket, tears threatening me, and looked up at her with pleading eyes, begging her not to do this. That’s when she spoke those dreaded words, those words sealing my fate.
“Excuse me, ma’am. Do you have a moment to look at this petition?”
Sometimes these prompts are a struggle, and sometimes they write themselves. This was one case where I knew the story as soon as I saw the prompt and had a good laugh while writing it. I have lived this situation more times than I would like. Anyone else dread these forced social interactions, or is it just me?
Looking back at my posts from the past few weeks, it’s clear I enjoy irony and attempting to manipulate expectations. While there’s nothing wrong with that, it might become predictable if done every time, so I hope to vary my styles even more going forward. That just goes to show how useful this exercise is for unearthing the patterns and weaknesses in my writing. For example, I use the word ‘got’ WAY TOO MUCH!
My good news for today: I hit 59,000 words in my draft!
As always, comments and critiques are welcomed.