Writerâ€™s Book of Days prompt: “It was Sunday morning.” (after Sharon Olds)
Well, Ms Dee, the oneword was still â€œtrees,â€ which I already did. So Iâ€™m going to comment on Sundays. I hope you donâ€™t mind. Forget Sharon Olds. Her style wouldnâ€™t suit whatâ€™s on my mind. Hereâ€™s my comment:
It was Sunday mid-morning and the Sunday Scribblings prompt wasnâ€™t up yet. Marigold looked at the date and time on her computer, just to be sure it was Sunday. It was. Sheâ€™d only have time to write a flash at this rate. Sunday afternoon, still nothing. Now thereâ€™d only be time for a micro-flash. Sunday early evening, finally, a prompt â€œSentence.â€ How perfect, Marigold thought, because thatâ€™s all I have time for now. She tore into her keyboard and submitted her entry, â€œIn a sentence, punctuality is like religion; people define it to suit themselves.â€
buwahaha glad you are coming around to play.
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